Replaced
Feeling replaced. That's probably my least favourite emotion. Is it an emotion? A feeling. My least favourite feeling. But before all that sadness is thrown to you, you feel special. You feel like you're the one and only. Special. Irreplaceable. But then, you slowly get ignored, forgotten, and at last, replaced. You feel like you've let them down, let yourself down. You run away, escaping from all the pain that it caused. Try to get over it and move on. But no. The pain stays. It stays as a painful memory, of being replaced. Sparky x