It's never fucking easy to be the one who stays, to be the one left behind, to be the one still hoping that one day that one man who left will eventually come back and will put back all the broken shits together.
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Being happy used to be easy. I had friends who cared about me and we took this world by storm at a young age....
But there is always that one person that makes my life a living hell.
This won't end happy for either of us and all those people who left me will pay.
They caused me so much pain and despair that I want it to end so badly. And maybe today.....it will.
Life Has Never Been Good For Me Nor The Odds Is Ever In My Favor. I Have Been Stomped On Like Trash And Treated Like Shit. Everything Is Too Good To Be True Until One Night....
I'm broken beyond repair and yet... I still wish for someone to save the last pieces of me before I completely die away.
I only have one wish... And that is for someone to see past the smiling facade... For someone to see through my bright smile...
I want someone who will ask me even just for once... If I was alright... If I was okay... But no...
Everyone sees no one else but the happy me. Even jealous of how much I was enjoying life... How mistaken they all are...