a job
or
a ******?
a place to be
or
the wrong people to hang out with?
I don't know anymore
all I know is that they ****
**** the wrong people
hurt the good guys
and
save the bad
but why
why do we go down the wrong paths?

"It's over"
he said
tearing me apart
was it worth it
the crying for hours
just for him to move on the next day
did I really mean that much to him
or was it just me?
did he really love me
or was the 6 months nothing...
guess I'll never know.

I'm breaking
piece by piece
in my own mind
I say I'm ok
but doesn't everyone
don't we all say we are ok
when really there is a beast inside of us
trying to escape and get out to torture you
till you finally crack under the pressure of it
till you finally pull the trigger
and end the torture all together

I said no
you thought yes
I pushed you away
you held me tighter
I screamed in pain
you just laughed
I said stop
and you kept going
when you finished
you left
left me crying
left me in pain
left me knowing that this was never gonna end
cause I know
that you're always gonna be around.

"I love you"
that saying was always my favorite lie
cause someone could say it a million times to you
and you never know if they really mean it
you could say you love me
but don't say it




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