xXBackstabberXx

What is it that makes you hollow? A staring statue with faded eyes Standing behind a wall built of crumbling Dreams, and hopes you never dared to have. They swore they did it for your own good As they constructed that wall, brick by brick, And from that point the laughter you heard Was far away, and drowned your own sobs. You're not worthy of being heard, you think. Even if it's not true, it's easier that way. It's not that the universe is so very unfair, It's that you're so damn unloveable, Unloveable.