You
Strange that I still long to see you.
You, my nightmare.
You, my tormentor.
You, the vary one responsible for this thing I have become.
Shallow. Weak. Twisted.
Mistrusting. Hateful. Pained.
Alone.
And still I wish for you to be by my side.
To you I am useless.
You've tolled me this.
And maybe it is your honesty I long for.
While lies were second nature to you.
You never lied about how useless I was to you.
I lone for the fire of your hatred,
compared to the icy touches of my own mind.
The world holds no heat either.
Only the cold of destine and fear.
What is there in me to fear?
I have nothing!
I gave everything to you in hopes of belonging.
To something. To someone.
Even if that someone does not care.
For as you've said before,
I am Worthless.