he needed to feel like a hero…
so he made everyone’s worth beneath him…
because in his world he wanted to feel like 100 and everyone else was less than zero….
no emotions….nothing but emptiness in his heart and mind….
he’d rather be the best and most powerful…than be compassionate and kind…
but in the end…he thought he was winning the most valuable prize…
anyone looking long enough….would see the rage and pain past dark clouded eyes…
I have nothing to give him…I don’t owe him my life and love…
because his world…
only could hold one…
and he was the type to put no one above….
see…I thought he won…I thought he shattered me….
but all along…
it was him…
who could never break free…
