When I'm no longer needed, I'm no longer wanted. I feel like I already knew this deep down. I wish I could open a secret door on the ground, and fall through. It's appealing because then there would be no way back. The choice would be made for me. My home would be destroyed. I would be rootless and no one would care at all if I lived or survived because apparently when im out of sight Im out of mind. We are someone's option. Or everyone's. The first mistake was believing in hope and love. It's all bull sh it until it isn't, until it's real for you. And then it isnt. And you tell yourself youll never ever let yourself be fooled again. Future faking pranks. You got me. Always hanging onto the end of the puppet strings and wishing. I know no one means to hurt anyone. I know I dont. I want to save the world from myself. Im the broken glass you walk on apparently. Im glad you left. I hope everyone leaves. I hope I leave.