rose → ziall

EIGHTEEN

n.

[ one month later ]

i can be happy.

can't i?

i know the answer, but i refuse to let it rise.

before him, before the roses and notes,
i was the little depressed kid,

with a family who didn't care about what happened,
as long as i was away.

sad.

i was lonely, sad, and meaningless.

until one day, someone found interest in me.
i thought i'd be able to trust him..

but i was wrong, he left and didn't bother to say goodbye.

i sat on that porch 3 nights straight, waiting for him to come out,
to show any sign of life,

to know it's worth seeing another sunrise because someone cares.

but...

he never came.

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the decaying of a heart is the decaying of a soul, life, and meaning.

-softlou x