Some concept art I made a few days ago

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Some concept art I made a few days ago
Is it me?
Is it me? Or am I never going to survive this.
I’m tired. I’m sad. I’m alive but I don’t feel the life I’m living.
I’m numb, my heart frost to right emotions.
Is it me or are they the biggest liars?
How they took me into their deepest embrace, how they promised it was going to last forever… you let me slip through your fingers, allowing me to mingle into dust.
I thought you loved me. Is it me? Or was I just the biggest placeholder of a baddie you ever bagged.
Is it me or did I give my parents the biggest heartbreak of their lives?
How much these people who birthed me have done for me and yet, I have been nothing but the biggest disappointment they ever had.
Of course, they never would say it. It hurts. It hurts me more. Their gaze lingers with lack of peace and weariness.
I’m so sorry mother …I’m so sorry father.
Is it me? Or do I think it’s high time I ended this misery of a life.
I would lie if I say I wasn’t happy at some point. But then that’s life, the ups and downs. Lowering your standards for the bare minimum in hope of a longed for happiness.
Sharing your body with someone who would look back and spit in disgust. “This fool let me have her”…they say it, I know they say it all the time.
I hate them. I hate me. I hate you. I hate hate. Please let me go.
I want my peace. I want peace…a long long long lived peace.
My mind wanders when I read.
Maybe he never wanted me
Or maybe it was all in my head. It’s always the hardest to admit babe. I’m chuckling now but it’s not even that funny. Or maybe it is, lmao.
I’ve always been desperate of love. Always been eager to have my own person. Just the two of us in this whole world. Just the two of us belonging to one another with nobody else in between.
I saw him that night at the party. You know how they say the first impression sticks with you forever? Funny thing was he had no first impression, or maybe my mind was busy.
Then he spoke, that sly beautiful man. And now I want to know who he is. I believe so much in angel numbers and in signs. That night there was plenty of them.
Fast forward till today
I’m still alone. It’s still just me. I can’t even say we didn’t work out because where we ever a thing? Maybe he never wanted me.
Maybe he wanted me but couldn’t say. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe he heard something (I don’t even have a bad reputation 😭) . All these speculations! All these speculations and a bunch of maybes. Maybe, who knows.
Uri landed onto planet tumblr🔥
you’re starting to think you’re too far gone
uriana
"I don't like this new development at all," Mal murmured to herself in the shadows. "Though... It may prove useful." She smiled to herself and pulled out her phone, dialing a number quickly, "Uriana, dear... How would you feel about a nice cup of coffee?"