How can they do that…

How can they… they just hurt you in a way they themselves tried so hard to avoid?

They don’t want to be hurt by you, so they shrink away from you, afraid of your touch. You trust them, and you comfort them. You know you would never ever hurt them, and you try to make them see this. You try to help them and you invest your everything into them, paying no attention to your own armor. But then they stab you right where they themselves are weak…

Perfectly content with what they’ve done.

Never trust anyone, and never fall out of your throne for those who want to take it for themselves.

There’s no one like you. No one. Don’t fool yourself into thinking that.

Feel for no one and hate for everyone.

What was an inkling before is now a metamorphosis into something darkly beautiful.

A dragonfly with black wings.