Time keeps ticking, time is running out... Still the same core feelings, a desolated heart, a fractured soul... The crash landing hurts, but no one else sees it.
Life is empty. Sparkles of happy wishes fade in oceans of harsh realities. No one loves me. No one would give a life for me. No ones takes a sword up to defend me or my honor. No one even has kind thoughts or feelings towards me... I am alone. All has failed. I sacrificed my whole life, for nothing. Not even a hint of gratitude. Not even a sign of remorse or regret. I dont deserve a thank you or an apology. I am a wicked witch after all, no one appreciates my daily hurt, my daily choice to put others first. The one who should be my #1 fan is the bringee of deceit... There is no love. There is no kindness or respect. All I get is constant rocks thrown at my face, constant lack of appreciation... constant scorn and burn.
I am tired and weary. This slow dying is the worst fate anyone can bestow on me... I slowly die alone, ignored, not even remembered... The last flight of the phoenix. The last ashes burn...
Not even one apology. Not even one caress or hug. Nothing.
The last ashes burn...
