The more I seek darkness the more I love the night, i am no more a morning person cause sunlight long left my life, leaving me to adore the night.
Haze.
I looked at the picture of my mom smiling, how much she inspired me, how much she made me laugh, how much she loved me. I still remember how she pretended to be happy but I always saw her crying secretly in her room and every single time it broke me little by little. It's all because of my father, the reason she is not here with me is him, the reason she is dead is only him and I won't ever forgive him for that.
How easy it is to break someone's heart, to take their only reason to live, but the real challenge is to earn love, to mend someone, to save a life. Love itself mocks at me, it sends a shiver of disgust through my veins. Love, i
