At the top of the hill where the wind brushes my face, I heard a voice that made me shatter.
A still small voice from deep within the heart, that even so small, it made my eyes water.
It went to my ears then unto my heart and I thought maybe it went to my chest blocking the air that enables me to breath.
I also thought that maybe it went to my stomach cause all I feel is butterflies of pain.
I am no one’s treasure you said.
Tho its a small voice, I heard it loud and clear as if you were shouting it inside me.
Maybe its because I’m no special being that what I feel about you doesnt count.
Or maybe I’m no human to you.
Because if I’m that, maybe I wouldnt feel this worthless piece of shit and not just a mere hindrance to you.