Lucifer’s Hell
I sit here, staring at the blank screen, trying to find the words to express the turmoil within me. My soul feels like a barren wasteland, devoid of any light or hope. I am trapped in a cycle of deceit and betrayal, unable to break free from the chains I have forged with my own actions. In the darkness of my solitude, I find myself haunted by the echoes of my own deceit. Each whispered lie reverberates through the empty chambers of my soul, a relentless reminder of the person I once was, and perhaps, still am. I cheated, I lied, I deceived—the echoes of my sins reverberate through the hollow chambers of my heart. How did I become this person? How did I let myself sink so low? My actions painted a portrait of betrayal, leaving behind a shattered heart and broken trust. My ex, once the beacon of light in my life, now stands as a distant memory, a painful reminder of the damage I inflicted upon him. He had given me everything he could, tried to be my anchor in the stormy seas of life. B
