It is true as a kid that all one ever wants is to be acknowledged and for their hearts to be filled with tender love. Since I was a kid, all I ever wanted was to not be invisible. All I ever wanted was for my life to be full of peace & happiness.
What did I do to deserve such a fate? Did I make one too many wishes? Why couldn't I live in peaceful bliss like other children? Why couldn't I be groomed with love? Why was I abandoned? Why was the world against me & only me? Tell me what I did to deserve such a fate!
Swearing across one's heart for revenge only ever ends in regret— at least, that's what the majority say, but I never saw things that way. Revenge? Sounds magnificent to me; it's always sounded that way to me.
No one ever tried to wipe my tears away or coax me with hugs & soothing words to stop my agony. I was always in pain. No one ever cared. No one ever asked. Or maybe no one ever noticed. They didn't try to notice. I'd make them pay! Be it with their lives or anything else that would be of value to me & almost invaluable to them.
I hated the indifference I received. I didn't deserve it. I think I was born with such a pitiful fate because the Gods had forsaken me. Why did they forsake me? Why couldn't it be anyone else? No one could ever truly live happily if they've been forsaken by the Gods. I was born with such a fate & it hurts, almost like a deep slash to my heart to show me I'm not worth a second glance or a second thought.
I was tossed aside because I wasn't good enough. And I was hell bent over this! No one was any better than the next person as an infant so why? Why?
The tear glided down my face, but I swiftly swiped it away. The only person who deserved to see these tears would be myself. I wish someone was out there to love me & take all this pain away. I'm silently suffering, alone & cold in a world full of other people who are loved deeply & cherished by the second.
The only love I ever received was from a notebook or a journal that I write in. It held my secrets and ambitions along with my hatred, agony & pain. I acknowledged my journal & it acknowledged me; I appreciated whoever came up with the idea of a notebook & mentally hugged my journal. My journal would never forsake me & neither would I ever forsake it.
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The God of Wishes
FantasyA boy has a knack for writing in his journal since he's been able to read & write. Uncovering the truth about himself and the consequences behind his wishes lead him to another world. • • Updates twice a week; (Sunday-Saturday) Cover by: @bookiethea...
