Brokenness is a choice. Breaking that person was a choice. Yet we are but shadows and dust. Inconsequential in every way. Only a hope for happiness that we create when desperate and caring for people only for them to abandon you leaving no hope in their wake. Swiftly diminishing the light in our eyes. Killing the joy of life. Ending our smiles. Enhancing our fear. It all came from a choice. God help us. We are imbecils. God doesn't care because he fails to exist. Accept we were always alone but for a few brief moments of lies we fed ourselves.