I know it hurts them I can tell that in their eyes there is no hope and they move on because their tired of trying: It hurts me too.
I am selfish But I feel for you in a world such as ours we need to be in this world you are alone and you’ll leave it the same way
I do not live in riches but get everything I want, yet I find myself so unhappy. They say money cant buy you happiness Yet talk of the lottery is constant. I have had a life full of vacant hearts, selflessness, deceit a house that never felt like a home.
Something all the material goods in the world cannot take back. Showered with gifts to cover up this dingy past but it will forever shadow because I have never stepped on grass as green as those who are willing to let go.
I fear being vulnerable emotionally attatched or loved. I long for it as any human with a beating heart shall but it is far from here. You never know what happens behind these closed doors. Something I wont let go