im a sad girl

Accepting my fate as only a mere afterthought. A backup, a replacement to fill the void, a smile to fill the silence. But I wish to be more than just matter taking up space, more than just an overlooked piece of the puzzle. It is I, who allows them to push me around like a rag doll. But even pretty things eventually break, after withstanding so much pressure for so long. It slips through your fingers, slow burning, but sure to lose in the end. The means to an end is always guaranteed, but the will to survive does not exist in all who have seen.

10.31.2024