Isn't life messed up?
You trust someone and they end up stabbing you in the back. It hurts so much you'd literally rather get stabbed in the back. You want to cry but, you know that even if you cried river, nothing will change. It's only a sign of weakness.
Those scars never heal and you might never forgive that one person for the rest of your life. Why do these things happen to the least deserving people?
It's so hard to want to live. It's so hard not to shut people out.
You feel as if you're heart has been shattered into a billion pieces. You feel as if you're entire existence has been broken and feel dead on the inside. You feel like there's nothing more painful than what you're going through right now. You feel as if no one understands.
It's true. They don't know anything.
You forget the reason why you're living. The only thing that you focus on is your pain, how much it hurts, and how you'll never feel happy again. You feel as if everything good you had was gone, taken away from you, stolen. You don't know who to trust anymore. You're paranoid that if you do trust, that you'll be betrayed again.
Why?
Why Bianca?
Why did you become a hunter?
Why did you have to leave me?
Why did you have to die?
Why did Percy let you die?
Why?