ephemeralstar
My mother asks questions with no answers. A moment of trust becomes a moment of fear.
My father blazes and burns, a single candle in the window. He will soon be but smoke in the night.
My lover feels too much, too fast, too hard. Black and blue are the colors of love.
We are but monsters in hollow skins. The hunger scrapes bone but settles in the heart.
Beware.
You'll never be happy. You'll never be successful. This is as good as it gets. Give up now. She doesn't want you. He never loved you. You have nothing to contribute. They all leave you eventually. You're worthless.
Fuck off.