For all he claimed to have fought for, his results were pitiful and for all he promised another debt was marked down. Despite all this I withstood. Among the treacherous waters that I called family. Treacherous though it may have been, it was in calmer waters than most. For every lie that has fallen from cold and emotionless lips I mark pages and pages, books and books of the truths that lie in wait. 816Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk4oqYN5pLu
Into the corridor and out the doorway. To have begged and plead would have been a cliché. Once more I heard the tone of what was surely to be a lie. In all honestly I do not know why I turned this time. I suppose it was the weary effort of one who's been deceived time and time again. His cries were not heard for what they were, no. To me it sounded like the screeching of a petulant child who tried to cover up a mistake or the sound of a broken record repeating the same deception and treachery. 816Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwmay5kiI1g
Words that should've caressed, they stabbed like dull knives. So who was I to know? How could've I heard his pleading? To take his hand and lift him up from the sea of hurt he was feeling. For in my own self pity, I missed such things. I know not of the words I can say as I sit here and wait. The antiseptic smell and the harsh lighting on my face. Was I too late? I sit here lying in wait. 816Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxQzN1T082l
For all your deception the truth was fallen among deaf ears.816Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVNNQlQopod
