I

I

did not deserve this

at all

what are you even supposed to do when youre angry.  cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now

The warm embrace of the sun is inviting itself in the room

As the blooming trees are swaying outside

Their blossom enriching the streets filled with green

The soft sounds of chirping fills my ears

Everything seems at peace

I am at peace

The sky is crying out,

it's tears treading the earth with light steps,

as the living admires.

The change of different attitudes

Really hurts yk

Why did you ruin me?

Am I sabotaging myself into this ideal of trauma wherein you're the villain,

The villain who slaughtered my innocence?

Am I the villain?

I get told these stories if the past,

In these stories my character seems to be someone else.

A stranger, a misfit.

If only I could remember