I never wanted it to end this way.
I don't remember wishing for death.
I hated all of it.
For what it stood for.
Favortism. Jealousy. Golden. Envy.
I didn't ask for death. Just to run away.
Heartless and evil you said.
I flinched.
I could smell the loatheness and it scalded my touch as I reached for your shoulder.
This isn't pretend. I didn't mean the words.
The glare within your eyes promised retribution.
Who are we. How did this become. Was it under false pretenses we laughed and joked.
Sincere affections posioned with sibiling rivalry.
