I don't wish to be born into a better life, rather I wish to not have been born at all.

It affected me more than I would've liked.

How foolish of me to reveal my heart, in front of a starving wolf.

I wish you would apologise, for all the hurt you have caused. I'm not hoping for it. I know it is impossible. I know you will never. That is why, it remains a wish.

Is the world cruel, or only to me?

It takes forever for me to heal, but it took seconds for you to destroy it all.

I keep lying to myself that it'll be okay in hopes that some day I'll believe it.

Do you know what it's like to wish for death everyday?

You were all I had.

Does it get easier?..

I am envious of it all. I am envious of the child, who held her mother's hand in the mall. I am envious of the boy, whose dad bought him ice cream. I am envious of the families, just hanging out and having fun. I am envious because I know... I will never be like them. And that's one of the many things, you have stolen from me in life.

I wish for you to embrace me. I wish to lean on your shoulder and cry out the bottled hurt. Alas, life placed weights on them, and I fear if I lean too much, you would topple just as I did.

I'm going through a hard time, and everyone knows about it. But there's nothing they can do to make it any easier. Unfortunately.

No matter where I go, I will never escape it. The damage has been done, so I could only carry it with me.