Cinderella's Pity Party

Cinderella, party of one. More like Cinderella, party of done. Welcome to my pity party. Where the theme is broken dreams and crying nightingales. Unconditional love and innocence was my attire Both are currently torn to shreds. Happiness is ironically on my head, yet it is not seen anywhere else. Nevertheless, I walk blinded by faith and hope. Tripped and fell so many times but I get up once again. But this time, I want to stay down. I want to accept the burns they've given me and become the little ashes on the ground. I'm not giving up, I'm just taking a break. It's hard saying the glass is half full when the first thing you see is air.