Self-fulfilling prophecy. Torn, by Owlivia

Self-fulfilling prophecy

The tears in his shirt expose his scratched skin, symbolizing his soul. Ripped, slowly peeling off, leaving shreds of his being as he passes. The pathetic remains of his prophecy.

Her words echo through his head: ‘You’re weak! Man up!’ But he has lost every ability to be the man he once was. Too much rejection, too much times not feeling heard. Continue reading