It's eating away at me again. This parasite that dug it's way into my skull.

I wonder what it tastes like.

My happiness.

My smile.

My love.

Tell me, do you enjoy it? Just shoving your

dirty hands into everything that gives me joy. How does it make you feel? To have so much power. To make me feel like nothing.

I was okay yesterday!

But, you sneak right on in, and claim a house that doesn't belong to you.

This is the life you chose? Causing such pain onto others. Do we not matter?

Do I not matter?

No.

No, I don't.

You're right, I deserve this. You have always been apart of me. How could I be so foolish as to try to keep you out.

You do belong here.

I'm sorry.

Please come in.

Her thought process was something out of horror novel. Something dark, and unforgiving. The mystery behind why she felt the way she did, was something of which she could barely process herself; let alone someone else understanding. It was hard on her soul to force the belief that everything was perfect, when she knew nothing could ever be.

The fake smile plastered on her skin, was something she had become accustom to. It was like clock work. Something she had learned over the years while being devoured in her own clouded judgement. If people believed what they saw, then nothing could hurt her. She wore this smile for years, hoping one day she would feel the warmth of a real one. She never knew what happiness was. All she knew, was how to hide her pain and suffering; While drowning in a customized hell.

Her mind.

And as she drowned in her hopelessness, the little self worth she had tried to muster, was ripped away from her.

As if it never existed.

She was torn between the fear of loving and a deathless death.

This fantasy she role played in her mind was twisted. Although afraid, she dreamed about the feeling of love. Was it even possible for someone like her to be loved by another?

Never.