You thought you could save me, make it all better and watch me fly. You believed my pain would be erased and that I would shine like new.
You didn’t know my full history then. I would apologise for not telling you but I didn’t know myself. I didn’t know that there was so much more to see. I didn’t know that my wings would tire so easily, that I would spend so much time flying in circles looking for things that didn’t exist only to find horrors instead. Absurd twisted horrors that were the makeup of my life. I didn’t know that so much time could pass and I would once again be circling around and around, visually searching the burnt out remains of the self I left behind for any small piece I might find, some small piece that might give me some clue as to who I am now.
You ask me why I still hurt after all this time and I think maybe you are tiring of my journey. I can’t say I blame you, I am tired of my journey as well but I didn’t create this road, I didn’t choose this road and the fact that it is the only one that leads to where I need to go was not my doing either.