I wonder what it’s like to love without risk.

I wonder what it’s like to be able to walk away.

I wonder what it’s like to give without meaning it.

I wonder what it’s like to take without a care.

I wonder what it’s like to cause hurt without a bother.

I wonder what it’s like to have no regrets.

I wonder what it’s like to feel so entitled.

I wonder what it’s like to look away.

I suppose it’s like being forgotten.

I suppose it’s like having no one in your corner.

I suppose it’s like hating most of what you see.

I suppose it’s like always blaming another.

I suppose it’s like being stuck in the same vicious cycle.

I suppose it’s like frowning most of the time.

I suppose it’s like living without really being alive.

I suppose it’s like being so utterly alone.