An eye for an eye, I guess.

August 16, 2011
No one hears your
lovely tears but
And you wonder why you’re
alone at night as you
cry for
wishing away the ghosts that
haunt the hallways of your
whisking away the
happiness you
once had.

No one fears the
listening ears but
you as you
try to suppress the
screams that come with
every single
incision you make on your
Now you can never go back.

No one sees your
invisible boundaries but
you, as you
see the extent of your happiness becoming
shorter and
You know it’s going to
end you someday.
But you can’t stop it.

So how high are you on your
pedestal now as you realize
I was?
How low can it be, huh?
Only as low as you went when you
ripped away my joy, turned
everybody on me, made me
That’s what you get.

You get nothing.

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