Voldemort
Is it safe to say that I hate you? I never want to call you by name to anyone because I'm afraid all of those terrible memories would keep coming back. But I have no choice since I'm forever reminded. Certain things would spark it all and I'll never be able to shove it back into the dark recesses of my mind. Even if I did, somehow everything would explode. One little event, one little word, and it would all be the end for me. I'd want to hide and cry, never be able to lift myself out of the funk that you had put me in over the past few years. Not months--years!!!! But I have no choice but to come out of hiding, to refrain from it. The world is expecting me to make an appearance even though I never want to ever again. All I have to live for is nearly gone. I have become an empty shell, a calloused heart. I have reached the point of no return and there's absolutely no hope for me at this time.
I used to believe in forever. Now forever is just merely an illusion. All of my past fears have returned. Everyone kept trying to prove me wrong, but one thing still remains: Once someone walks into your life, they're always destined to leave some time later. It's been something that's been drilled into my head ever since I was little. And listening to these stories about how things never last, it has pressured that way of thinking even more. There is no such thing as forever, there is no such thing as happiness, and there is no such thing as love. So why even try to act like there is? There will always be the yelling and the screaming, the declarations of false love. You've said it all before, so why did you even come back in the first place? This last time around has dealt me more scars than you will ever know. And every time you call, they reopen. The blood has already poured out, and the scabs are empty of said life-giving substance. There's nothing I can do about it. There's nothing that can be done.
For now, this is all I can say. This is all I can allow myself to say. Everything else is pushed deep down inside. A part of me wants to scream how much I hate you, but another part of me just wants to crawl up to you and plead. Why? Why? Is there no hope at all? Can't you see what you're doing to me?
I guess you can't. Because, after all, I'm merely trying to hide.
-Sable
I used to believe in forever. Now forever is just merely an illusion. All of my past fears have returned. Everyone kept trying to prove me wrong, but one thing still remains: Once someone walks into your life, they're always destined to leave some time later. It's been something that's been drilled into my head ever since I was little. And listening to these stories about how things never last, it has pressured that way of thinking even more. There is no such thing as forever, there is no such thing as happiness, and there is no such thing as love. So why even try to act like there is? There will always be the yelling and the screaming, the declarations of false love. You've said it all before, so why did you even come back in the first place? This last time around has dealt me more scars than you will ever know. And every time you call, they reopen. The blood has already poured out, and the scabs are empty of said life-giving substance. There's nothing I can do about it. There's nothing that can be done.
For now, this is all I can say. This is all I can allow myself to say. Everything else is pushed deep down inside. A part of me wants to scream how much I hate you, but another part of me just wants to crawl up to you and plead. Why? Why? Is there no hope at all? Can't you see what you're doing to me?
I guess you can't. Because, after all, I'm merely trying to hide.
-Sable