Cracks on walls, like cracked relationships. Chipped away corners like chipped away hearts.
The shallow depths 0f every bond that needs proof to validate itself. 'I need proof', you hear them say. Proof for a broken self. "what is the proof someone has hurt you?" You are lost, subsumed but all they see is you battered for no reason. If you cant provide a proof then your grief cant be validated. Proof. you have scars that are hidden to materialistic eyes, they still need proof. You need to prove you are hurt only then will they trust you.You struggle to prove, then chip away like a old, mossy unseen piece of rock. You hear their snort of victory, you realize a little too late that your struggle between life and death had been just a competing fun game of win and loss to them. You hear the phantoms of the unquestioned trust you placed click across with whips of words. You see them slither away one by one.Then they reel at you for not trusting anymore just to let you know they hang you by an emotional yo-yo string.
