confused as fuck.
your loyalty comes hand in hand with convenience, availablity, attractiveness.
this world is so fuckin unpleasant.
animosity, back stabbing, lying, decietful, scandulous fucking bastards.
and you're one of them.
funny because of your manipulative ways it took me forever to get this through my fuckin hard ass head.
i'm too stubborn to fuckin want to realize the reality of it all.
too tired of feeling that same gut wrenching, heart throbbing, stomach churning, tear jeking pain of knowing that every moment, word, kiss, hug, touch, every fucking detail was a lie.
and to know there is nothing i can do except sit back and choke because i've been played again.
over and over again.
there is no feeling like pain because it's the one feeling that will fuckin haunt you until the day you die.
no matter how much you swat it away or distract it by happiness or anger or any emotion it always fuckin comes back to bite you in the ass in the same spot over and over again.
there is an everlasting depression inside of every being's soul.
tear ducts will never seem to produce enough tears to last through your sadness.
you always run out, you'll always run out because you'll always feel sad.
try to absorb this in your tiny little mind in which you think is so mature.
try to feel with your heart, my words.
try to, for once, have a passion that will never fade.
my changes must be unacceptable because the rejection shows ever so clearly.
letting go could be the worst and best...
this world is so fuckin unpleasant.
animosity, back stabbing, lying, decietful, scandulous fucking bastards.
and you're one of them.
funny because of your manipulative ways it took me forever to get this through my fuckin hard ass head.
i'm too stubborn to fuckin want to realize the reality of it all.
too tired of feeling that same gut wrenching, heart throbbing, stomach churning, tear jeking pain of knowing that every moment, word, kiss, hug, touch, every fucking detail was a lie.
and to know there is nothing i can do except sit back and choke because i've been played again.
over and over again.
there is no feeling like pain because it's the one feeling that will fuckin haunt you until the day you die.
no matter how much you swat it away or distract it by happiness or anger or any emotion it always fuckin comes back to bite you in the ass in the same spot over and over again.
there is an everlasting depression inside of every being's soul.
tear ducts will never seem to produce enough tears to last through your sadness.
you always run out, you'll always run out because you'll always feel sad.
try to absorb this in your tiny little mind in which you think is so mature.
try to feel with your heart, my words.
try to, for once, have a passion that will never fade.
my changes must be unacceptable because the rejection shows ever so clearly.
letting go could be the worst and best...