A/n Depression hurts…
When I was in the dark, I did not see.
I did not care
I did not feel…
I was introduced to a world that was not ready for me.
Or was I not ready for the world to be?
"… Be what?" she asked with a questionable remark. I stared at the table, timid to reply back to her… and yet I had to respond. "I don't know," I paused to catch my thought "I—grew up in a dysfunctional relationship with my family." She still looked confused, but curious about to know more about me.
But before I could open my mouth again she quickly interrupted me and said this, "I didn't grow up in a perfect family either, who has?" her lips drooped a bit. "My father disliked from the day of my birth, I was born with a handicap that immobilized me as a child."
She was sad, but not as sad as me.
And yet I envied her greatly, but why?
As I stare deeply into her eyes
So hypnotic I never wanted to part goodbye…
All the grateful for her pain, because she related with me.
The woman ended her story in near tears, the drink of the spirits. I couldn't come to terms to which family was worse, hers or mine? I rubbed my shoulder awkwardly not to seem physically incapable, but she already knew.
"Your father seems like a good man, I don't understand how he could treat you in such a way." She ended her statement and then blinked. I noticed her blink, I notice everything she does, her mannerism and the way she move she mouth. Call me a freak…
"At least your father was a Master, mines was nothing but a low class merchant. He only cared about making yen… and maybe food." I lied, we both stared into each other eyes in confusion.
My inspiration comes from your love
I think I care for you, more than I know
I could never express myself
And yet, you stand above…
"I feel so stupid," I told her, and then I leaned closer.
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