It wasn't that i didn't believe in it.
I am still the most hopeless out there.
I dove right into it's universe.
Spending hours watching.
They always got it right.
Pain or hurt would only last shortly.
Because they were never alone.
It feels ironic that i was.
It wasn't because of some past trauma.
No horrible experiences or memories.
Just years of protecting myself.
Layering the wall brick by brick.
No light would penetrate.
It wasn't that i was carrying it around all the time.
It just laid in the faintest corner of my mind.
But everyone was handing out pieces.
While i kept mine buried.
It took too many lonely years to realize.
While i was afraid.
It was getting too late.