Surrounded with lies. Surrounded with falseness
You said you care about me then how come you never see the wounds on my body, the wounds I created in your name? How come you never try to know why I made them in the first place or the effect they bring about? How come you never get to understand me?
I’m supposed to love, I have to love you; still, I find myself hate you more and more with each passing day.
See my grave contradiction?
The sound you made clearly shown your disdain. I never meant to ask that for myself. I was merely testing. And the result was devastating and agonizing beyond words.
However, I don’t regret asking you that question. Though painful, it at least give me the truth.
The tarot was right after all; I’m alone on the path I chose in the pursuit of my dream.
Anyway, no matter what outcome, I won’t ever regret.
The scars have formed yet the wounds remain.