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in my mind, there is a place I have made, it is a house I've built

a house on a hill, a green hill with horses and goats, dancing happily

each room is decorated with flowers, flowers, flowers to those who I love the most, to those who I mention the least

each room, is for a lovely person

people who have shared the same life as I had, people who understand the pain in my eyes, people who have done so much, so much... yet I did not

they have sacrificed a lot, but what could I do for them?

all I bring is burden and pain

I am useless and it hurts

I forget I exist

I forget they exist

sometimes, these wonderful people vanish

they always vanish

and I am left alone

in my thoughts

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