When I feel myself tied up in lies, I know they lead nowhere other than the sea of my demise.
Some days I can feel myself fading out into the sky, whilst on other days I simply just want to cry. Biting my lip, hoping for change – letting the days go by. Like a lost package in the mail, I wonder if I matter – or if I’m just meant to fail.
Jealousy is the price I pay when I let her out of my arms. Seeing her everywhere can make it bittersweet – or make me desire to add yet another scar. The village’s workers want nothing more – than to see me suffer, just like before.