"You'll be alright"
You sat with me after she died, murmuring supposed comfort words in my ear. And I bought those lies.
"You won't suffer anymore"
Wrong. Everything felt wrong, but you still held me and gave me hope. Gave me a reason to fight, though I now know it was a wrong reason. I sobbed until I fell asleep in your arms.
"You aren't mad."
You found me. Once, twice. Then never again. Your words accompanied me into my dreams that hold my demons. You gave up on me, but I still believed your lies.
In the end it's all fairy tales.