In a moment of weakness, I found myself in a situation I dreaded the most. To be left alone without any chances to at least redeem myself. Disregarded and forgotten, it was all I was at that moment. And now, I was my own prisoner, of deceit and lies. I keep lying to myself that everything is alright, that everything will be alright. I was being delusional and the fact that I knew it was scary. It was scary because even knowing the truth, I can't seem to stop myself from believing it. That all of it was just the product of my denial.

© rrevi