Would you blame me for wanting something new? Would you judge me just like all of them if you knew what I did? Would you hate me for not wanting the same things you do? For not wanting to be the same person you turned out to be? A liar, bloodthirsty, scared, deprived? Need I care what your weakening rusty bones say or think of me now? Need I listen to what every inch of grit and dirt in your body tells me? I’d die a thousand deaths and live to see your collapse, if it meant that strawberries are fruits and your life is a lie. I’d live to see you perish in to oblivion. In to nothingness.
Dark words poured through white windows. Destroying its innocence and wiping clean its purity. Dark senseless words pour out when the night falls when everything but you; sleeps. But sleep wont come to you. Sleep will never come to you. Not after that monstrous thought and that dreadful deed that destroyed your sanity. You’ll just lie there night after night wondering where it went wrong, where things started spinning out of control, out of your hands. You’ll keep wondering how it all slipped away from your fingers and how you lost everything that meant something to you at one point.