Am I a hero?
I would want to know. I’m all grown ups now, I’ve been through stones and fires. I don’t care now, about everything. I’ve learned that I am nobody’s favourite, and that broke my entire heart.
I stopped caring, I stopped replaying messages, I stopped to give a damn fuck about literally every living things, even wars. Not because I am a villain, it’s just that I’ve seen too much. “People who are careless used to care too much”.
Oh don’t I want somebody who cares about me… All I ask for, is someone who is willing to pick the pieces of my heart and fix it. I miss when I care, and I miss when I can love. I used to hate babies, I said I’ll hate babies forever and throw them in the bins like ain’t I crazy. I said what are babies laughing at? They don’t get to have all the rights to let people care about them so much while keep being annoying and noisy. Now I know, they are the only people on Earth who can laugh genuinely, care genuinely and care about everything, and that’s the reason why I hated them.
Now I know, I have to be a hero. For my kid friends, for our next generation. Babies are like white papers, and their parents draws them. It depends on the colours , not papers.
I can be a hero now, I just hope… someone can do the same for me. I hope someone or even my loved ones hug me and say you did good today, I’m so proud of you. Sadly, it is impossible, for me, and for so many lonely souls. So I think I can say this for me, and for everyone.
I am a villain, waiting for my hero to save me.
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