val~*

One day you’ll regret not listening to how I felt.

You’ve always liked towering over me, making me feel small and unimportant.

I wonder if you’ll like it when you’re standing above my final resting place.

Will you still feel superior? Or will you finally regret your words and your refusal to listen?

I know you’ll make up excuses. How you weren’t that bad. How I always exaggerated.

This is how I leave you.

with my ribs digging into my heart.

it’s hard to breathe when you don’t feel real.

I will not see you as I fade away.

not for your sake.

but because I don’t want you to see me as weak as I have felt my whole life.

I don’t want to give you that power ever again,

so, I’ll go far away and wither within my own liberties.

and if you find yourself thinking of me and wondering how I am?

don’t.