Last String
You were the last string. You were the last thread I was grasping onto, last reason, last motivation, last hope. And just like everyone else, you left. You said we would be always together and yet here we are - or rather here we aren’t. How do you do that? How do you just build up false hope for someone and tear it down, without feeling sorry at all? How do you sleep at night when you left someone alone for so long that they had to get used to being alone? That they found loneliness to be a natural thing because of you? How did you do that so easily to me? You were the only one left that I trusted and put faith into the idea that you were different and that you would stay. But you didn’t. You didn’t.













