Some people say, "Now that all of your family is dead ,there's no one left for you to love."
But I say, "Now that all who I love is dead, there's no one left to be used against me."
And so I live alone, with my heart locked in a unreachable safe. I barely eat or sleep. I'm half dead, but I must stay alive, I must stay alive for her. If I die, I will not succeed and I will have failed. Yet living is dreadful. What to do, live or be free from the prison of my beating heart?
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