I feel terrible. Yes, I really do. It was never your fault. You shouldn’t have suffered like that.
Is ignorance bliss? No, it’s life-wrecking. Only fools condone that a lack of awareness can be a beautiful thing. A peaceful way to be.
You should have. You could have.
It never mattered then. It doesn’t matter now. It is what it is. You are what you are.
I really wish I could change that.
But I still don’t know what you are meant to be. Isn’t life an endless possibility?
That smile, those tears, the thoughts that drove your day, the fears that kept you awake at night. Was it all worth it? Did it replace the loneliness that filled you?
How much can a person take? The weight of guilt, the echoes of judgment, unfair glances, snide retorts. It eats at you. Takes you bit by bit till what’s left is unrecognizable.
I didn’t do my part. It was my duty to save you. Embrace you. Love you. Tell you that it’s not you, but the heartless and mindless ones around you. Let’s not forget the ones who didn’t know any better.
Their justifications settled upon you like a second skin. And you wore this indignity with superb poise, camouflaging the poison that seeped from every pore.
If you pretend it doesn’t hurt, it won’t stop. IT HURTS EVEN MORE.
Hah! What was I thinking?
Giving you nothing but expecting everything.
And what about the half-hearted lies of a better tomorrow? You listened to every word. Your eyes searching, your heart shrinking. But a drowning soul has no kith or kin. Only fairy tales have ‘happily ever after’.
You are stronger now. I wish the price you paid hadn’t been so steep. But resilience is an intangible asset.
Please. Please, forgive me. I can’t live with myself. You won’t let me.
I promise to be kinder. You’ll always find me beside you. Never lost. Never forlorn.
Yes, take my hand. Hold it tight. Close your eyes. Breathe in, breathe out.
Now look at me. Ah! You thought I’d be gone. No, I’m here to stay.
I am you and you are me. We were one and will always be. Forever and ever.
That undying spirit that thrives within you.
Donation Man does not think before giving. Charity is his mission. But his name must be on every single thing.