They sat alone in the empty room, all noises blocked by their heavy breathing as constant thoughts of doubts and insecurities loom over them like a simple possession. The sharp blade shone brightly under the illuminating light of the full moon through the crook of the window. Drip, drop. All the blood that once flowed through thick and scarlet in their veins was now slowly drowning into the velvet carpet underneath their pale body. All sense of rationality has long been forgotten. It seems like time had stopped. They knew it was wrong. They knew that no matter what the outcome was, regret was always present in those deductions. What went wrong? Where did they go wrong? Was it their fault for trusting? A glint of his brain tried to comprehend with the tiniest tad of ability to think. Every time they held on, nobody seemed to have the same amount of sincerity in their words and actions like they did. So, why did they have to go like this?
All they wanted to feel was the overwhelming surge of emotions of being longed and loved by someone, it doesn’t have to be honest. Just words of affirmations and signs that they actually care even if it was all a puppet show to begin with. Was that too much to ask for? it seemed that luck was never on their side to begin with. Broken home, broken heart, broken family, broken trust. It never ends. Yet, somewhat, somewhere they still felt hope. A voice or a recurring dream that constantly convinces them that there is someone out there who cares. Who were they kidding? Those feelings didn’t even had to be genuine, as long as that someone could make use of them for their own good land kept them around and alive, that was more than enough.
