If only this world had shown me a little more mercy, shown me that living was worth a living, that this life had a meaning and a world crafted with eternal bliss. If only it had breezed past the beating soul within me, grazing it gently and wisping away. The lives it would have saved, the families of loved one, the soldiers of bold hearts, the kingdom of dancing souls as they wonder if it was worth it.

But it didn't.

Instead, it wrapped meticulously around my soul, carving a scar, leaving a wounded life ahead.

It wasn't me who had condemned these souls. No. It was this world. This universe. It condemned these innocent lives. Why did it have to be me with the wounded heart? Why was I chosen to sentence this kingdom of its life? It was me chosen to bear the weight of damned heart as this life whisked away the one person who truly mattered. An aching pain pulses, ripping a greater hole through my chest.

The only one worthy of my heart, of glimpsing a world through my eyes and running away with it. Of seeing me for more than I was and letting me believe that maybe, just maybe, living was so bad. The person I confided in, the one who I reserved my smile souly to, that woman. They took her from me. Ripping her soul from her innocent eyes, and with her, they took mine, leaving a irreplaceable void through me. This destructed mess laying eviscerated below me. They asked for this. They made me. They wished upon their downfall. I didn't want to do it, but in what other way would it have pleased me.

Fire courses through my bones, lighting the very thing keeping me from falling with her...my bleeding heart. I will follow, I will let this light bind me and succumb me to darkness.

This world is a cruel place, let it light away.