You left me alone.
All alone.
A world of cruelty, where apparently sticks and stones along with broken bones hurt more than the words that are flung around carelessly with emotionless faces, we fake as if it were nothing. As if it didn't hurt.
We'll return home, hiding beneath the mask. We never let anyone see as we throw ourselves onto our beds and cry till we can't breathe. That is what this is like. It's like we can't even breathe. We're suffocated by the words of the people who turn against us. They're like large hands strangling us, dangling us off the edge of the world, screaming at us to "Just put a gun against your head."
And some do.
Some people are so scared to return that they choose not to entirely. They're so scared that they take away their most precious possession in a matter of seconds.
Their life.
