The little spark
I'm rotten inside. I'm rotten right where i used to feel that warm thing when i liked something. I'm so rotten dear . And i feel so used... I feel that i used all that was good in me and there is nothing left to give you. My feelings are so used that i feel them like and old cloth... An old cloth that was eaten by moths and the dust is inside it's fibers and if you barely move it, or even breathe near it it might turn to dust and dissolve into thin air. I've used all that i had... I gave it once to someone... I wanted that person to be the one and only. And all that i received was nothing... A kind of nothing that hurt. It was that kind of nothing that was sprinkled with mean and hateful words. That stung every piece of my being, and the fact that i was so caught in it made it worse. I allowed those words and actions to scratch my very own core. Lost myself in the sweet and fading promise that if i ...