And then you realized you didn’t have to hold on so tight; that everything you wanted to save was a castle made of sand. The harder you tried to hold on, the faster it slipped through your fingers.
So for the first time, you let go.
You let go of everything you loved that never loved you back.
You let go of the hand that stabbed you again and again.
For once, you allow the castle to collapse over you, burying you beneath the ruins of a kingdom where you were once king.
You lay there for a while, inside the grave of what used to be.
You think about the artistic cruelty of mankind;
how they leave you without ever leaving, scar you without inflicting a wound, berate you without saying a word, and kill you without burying you.
They extinguish the flame inside you, then curse you for being cold.
The ones who say they love you turn out to be your enemies, and your enemies turn out to be your friends. Such a strange world;
You say you have died, yet you live.
You say you have failed, yet you strive.
You say you are sad, yet you laugh.
You say you have given up, yet you get out of bed every day.
Hoping that one day, things will change.
And the thing about time is that it changes.
One day, you will rise above your despair.
One day, you will realize you didn’t have to hold on so tight.
One day, you will understand that it was not your fault.