When a heart breaks, nothing will ever be the same...
Here I stand, bold on the ground, with no shame, as if the Earth had belonged to me in the first place. How about the others standing around me? How come the label of insignificance, the magnet that repelled love and hope had replaced my broken heart, and not theirs?
I never willed for things to go back to normal. It was a star in the sky, too far away for me to reach. Eyes sewn shut, my world was bleak. Without passion, the living do not live. But why wasn't I spared?
The word 'belief' seemed foreign to me. Was that a person? What a strange name he or she had. Maybe a planet? A flower? The Sandman had been a frequent visitor, nights spent with his sand in my eyes, and my eyes remained shut but I had never been able to sleep. A wish is a dream your heart makes, I'd read somewhere, but it was only a matter of time before I found out wishes were nothing but unkept promises.
Walk with pride, because pride follows an ignorant being like a shadow; never to be ignored, never to be removed.
The tears they shed were unreal, just plain salt water pouring out of their eyes. They had no right to cry over the soul that had been crushed in their own untrained, unexperienced hands. They had been walking on the tightrope that hovered between reality and fiction for a period of time longer than I could remember, yet they had dropped back into reality.
They did not deserve this level of mercy.
They were never entitled to anything in the first place.
Everything is to be earned by honest, hard work that turned your hands rough and your eyes bloodshot, but everything in life showered on them like monsoon rain over a desperate, undeserving dessert.
A shark will always bite, no matter how many times you might try to saw off its teeth.
The number of times one succeeds in fooling the world and fooling himself can never beat the astronomical numbers of times he had failed. Once a loser, always a loser.
Before, I was innocent, my heart still pumped fresh, warm blood generously. The dumb, undoubtly real smile I had grown to hate was always on my face. I was fed with every last lie that was dished out to me on a silver platter. I was the Guest of Honour in that banquet; the top quality lies I was always given the largest portion. And the most repulsive part was that I never protested.
When one wakes up from a dream, everything seems clearer...
It rained on the day the curtain of truth parted, it rained hard. Never had I known that there was such a thing known as a sin. Cheating, lying, backstabbing, these were just the tip of the iceberg. And I alone was left to suffer the dire consequences, while others spent their time with their heads in the clouds and sipping on thick red wine till it knocked them out – pathetic.
At that moment, my soul embraced the brand new super-power I had been blessed with – the desire to hurt. And here you stand, speaking of me oh-so-fondly as if you'd known me even before you emerged from your mother's womb.
Do you even know me, do you know the things I could do to you?