the people you love
you think that the sun shines and the moon shines and that the stars will hopefully belong to some one some day or that you, yourself, might become one. then you walk into some one that maybe you loved or maybe you hoped to care about some day even though you weren't entirely sure why and neither were they. you think about a new experience that could of happened, maybe it should've. maybe you were the one who messed up. maybe you held her to long when you were saying good bye the only single day you had her. or maybe its because you didn't hold on long enough, maybe its because you left entirely. things like this should be avoided because it seems like the knives closest to you seem to hurt the most.
every one you love is like a blade, everyone is a blade, waiting to nic or cut you any way they can, you've experienced it plenty of times, and its funny how the ones that love you seem to cut you deepest, leaving the deepest scars, leaving wounds that still bleed. you sit there bleeding and they dance around like nothing happened and get upset when you don't enjoy their company, even though it takes every ounce of energy to hold in the blood, restrain from crying, or restrain from killing them.
funny you fucks, funy enough to laugh and scream and plead with your torture to turn away, because honestly that's all you can do, FEED THEIR EGO, FEED THEIR HAPPINESS, because in all honesty, you don't count, or in this case, ME.
every one you love is like a blade, everyone is a blade, waiting to nic or cut you any way they can, you've experienced it plenty of times, and its funny how the ones that love you seem to cut you deepest, leaving the deepest scars, leaving wounds that still bleed. you sit there bleeding and they dance around like nothing happened and get upset when you don't enjoy their company, even though it takes every ounce of energy to hold in the blood, restrain from crying, or restrain from killing them.
funny you fucks, funy enough to laugh and scream and plead with your torture to turn away, because honestly that's all you can do, FEED THEIR EGO, FEED THEIR HAPPINESS, because in all honesty, you don't count, or in this case, ME.