Above me, the dark, ominous clouds have broken. Rain falls upon the world once again, shattering one's paradise, and yet, feeding an oasis somewhere, where water is more precious than diamonds. The lightening streaks across my vision, peircing through the darkness, for a split second bringing light, before appearing elsewhere. I have lost so many things here, in this world. I have suffered much. I have heard many say, "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." It may be true for them, but it is opposite for me.
I may survive through pain and heartbreak. I may only bear scars of a few battles, but you have yet to see my heart. It is slowly breaking. The many scars have disfigured it. I feel that soon, one day, I will suffer enough. I will finally stop trusting others. Trying to help others. Going out of my way to be kind. I will finally learn my lesson. I will awake without a heart.
ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛɪʟᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ.