you layed there, your lip trembling uncontrollably.

you weren't scared, but your body was spasming and twitching as your life ended.

you deserved this, didn't you?

You sick fucking bastard, after all the people you hurt and the things you stole.

this is your fate.

Alone, bleeding out alone and in horrible pain.

No mother would dare cry for one such as you, no father would bury you, and no siblings would shed a tear in your memory.

You deserved this.

but did you care? hardly.

you were well aware of the consequences of your actions, so you decided to push the glass off the table and run through the shards.

none of anything meant something to you, how long have you been running on your own?

a long, long time. not forever, but half as long at the least

and so you never changed.

April 2021