Nothing
No one will ever love us as much as we love them, no one. We can give and give, but it only makes us that much more vulnerable in the end. Battle lines were drawn the day we took our first breath, and today they close ranks. It all bubbled up to the top months ago, and now, now it's done. Consumed. Raging out of control, and proving itself for what it is. From the day of our entrance unto the hour of our exit, pain heaped upon pain and nowhere is mercy shown. "Chalk is up to a bad day and just drop it." Fuck that. Bitch, bitch, bitch, tired of it. And now to salvage some dignity, how on earth. Stuff it all back down. Our line is cut, our boat is adrift, the course is unknown, and the sharks follow. Typical, typical, typical. What a shit-filled world.
