• To be restrained by a feeling or to not care and be set wild with emotion these were things it’d often think when It passed her by.
    Things that It could never decide, nor would they ever matter as long as It kept them hidden deep inside it’s terrible heart.
    A heart that feels only pain were it should feel love. A heart that yearns for one who will save it. But these are only the sad last wishes of a dying soul that was said to have already died many years ago.
    It may beg and even plead but It shall receive no salvation from whom that it starves and needs. It is only doomed to plummet within itself to only shed tears and be alone.
    Doomed. Doomed to be alone doomed to shed tears doomed to watch as others blissfully pass by with no pain.
    It starts to think what kind of life is this why has it always been like this or even if there was ever a time that it was happy. If it has always been dipped with sorrow and stained with sadness. It longs for such a time it desires such a thing but it cannot be grasped no matter how far it reaches for there was never such a time and no matter how much it longs for such a thing it shall never have it.
    It only wishes to drown itself in those memories if only they had existed but sadly they do not leaving its heart once again to wither and rot.