Forgotten
Why must the world be unfair to some of us? We were all
created as equals, guys and girls, we were meant to fill what each other are
lacking, to make us whole. Each and everyone of us are fighting our own battle
which we may or might not know about. What hurts a lot is when you deem
yourself worthless and that everyone else around you treat you that way.
Sitting down, with my back against the cold wall of my
bedroom, the dim light that makes everything seem dull, I now know that love is
only something that we create to forget reality for a little while. It is of
our own foolish thoughts that made such infatuation true.
A quote from my
favourite movie mentioned, “Love, why would you make yourself believe in
something that is just a beautiful lie?”.
Love is a beautiful lie that we tell to ourselves.
Love is what shapes us and it is the cause of our own
destruction.
Tears begin to form and fall down from my cheeks, everything
feels numb now. Not even the cut I made on my wrist can defeat the pain that
struck my heart as it is now broken to pieces. Trails of crimson red flow from
my wrist to the white marble of the floor. The feeling of heartache,
disappointment and most of all, the feeling of being worthless was pumping in
my veins, swallowing me whole and making me reminisce on what happened for the
past few weeks.
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September 13th
The soothing ocean breeze greeted me as I strolled along the
beach. Being used to being alone made me feel like it was a normal thing to do,
to stroll by myself while my friends were enjoying their time together. It
didn’t bother me that much. I took photos of the beautiful creation God made, I
enjoy taking photographs as I know that this little moments are worth to be
cherished and to be kept as a reminder of the good old days when I come to a
dead end in the near future. As I was enjoying the sand under my feet, with the
ray of the sun blissfully shone my way along the beach, there I saw her.
The dress she wore made her bloom like flowers in early spring. The smile
that she wore was as beautiful as the scenery at dawn before the sun greets the
mountains with purplish hue. She was sitting under a palm tree near to where my
friends were at. She was blowing bubbles and without me noticing, my finger
pressed the shutter button of my camera and took a beautiful photo her. It was
as if my body had the mind of its own. I smiled in awkwardness as she looked at
me. I walked away as if nothing happened, but I could feel a rush of blood
rushed up to my cheeks that made it pinkish red.
