CONTENT WARNINGS:
Death, child abuse, confinment, drug use without consent, tramua in general, TBA.
This is DEFINETLY A WIP as this is my first time trying any of this
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Death, child abuse, confinment, drug use without consent, tramua in general, TBA.
This is DEFINETLY A WIP as this is my first time trying any of this
I once was a child of endless light and hope—
That's what I tell myself, anyway
Whatever my life was before the chains, the cold, the endless agony of never-ending loneliness that now prevails over me, I want it to be something worth anything to even think about
So I lie to myself about hope. I mutter to myself about the rays of the sun that were out there streching themselves without a care for me: a child abonded in darkness. Though, abonded isn't the right word.
There are people here, I see them sometimes, sometimes I see them not. They never speak to me. They look at me with their eyes. Their eyes. Their eyes. But they do not see. I am not a child to them—I don't know what I am to them.
But I cannot be a child
For that would make them cruler than I want to think they are.