Venting Take wings, and fly

[LevUwU]

Everything has always been the same.

Crying doesn't matter. Breakdowns don't matter. Every action, every cry for help, every restless night, it doesn't matter.

All that matters is the one choice anyone really has.
It's always the same. I'm so sick of it
Not a single thing ever changes! It's all this cycle. This damnable hell.
Even my suffering is scripted!

It's just the one choice. To reach heaven. Nothing will change for everyone else. I've always been the last choice of everyone I know. The afterthought, the tertiary.
Because it's all what's "meant" to be
And when you're written out of the story
It moves on without you
It only changes for you, then
And reflecting would only serve to haunt

I want to feel powerful, too
I want to take control, too
This isn't a story. This isn't a game.
I just have to take it
The only choice that will mean anything

Take wings, and fly.

 

[CrawlingInMySkin]

Yeah... Being happy isn't always in the script for us. I feel it, mate. We have to either find happy for ourselves or find death for ourselves, because nobody will help us with either. We have to build our own lives, from the ground up, or tear them down and end them. Love and peace, my friend. You can do it