At least you were betrayed by a stranger, I was
betrayed by the ones that at my birth swore to love me. Now all I am is just a burden, you cry over them and claim that they were a part of your life for so long then they just broke everything, everything. You can still fix it if you try . But me everything was burned to ashes the memories feel like beautiful lies a child saw the feelings were long burnt out as soon as I could understand. I am trying to rebuild a world that was based off, of falsehood. And you still complain that your lover lied, my own kin pretended to love me , to care for me. But then again, your pain is valid. You can show it you can cry , you can plead with them. I have to pretend to love the very monsters that tore me up into pieces while laughing at my screams of pain, and you have broken pieces, I have ashes of a life that was once my everything, yet you still come to me and ask for something while I have nothing to give. If I gave these to ashes you, it would just slip through your fingers, and if you looked at me with questioning eyes, I would just stare blankly at you, smiling through the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.
~A.