Do you want to know what I’m ******* sick of…
Probably not… It’s not like you’d give a **** anyways.
Because the moment you give a ****…you **** up your life.
It’s better to not feel anything than to feel and have it be ripped away from you.
The moment you trust in some…ha they're a fake. They don’t give a ******* **** about you or your problems…
Maybe it seems like they do…but they don’t care. They NEVER do.
I thought maybe he might have cared. After all he noticed.
**** it. It was a ******* lie.
Sure he noticed but that was all. He didn’t care…
He makes you feel again and then takes it all away… I forgot “the higher you go, the harder you fall” and that’s just what I did.
I was being stupid, naive, and idiot, to think for just a second he would understand or even care what I was going through.
Ha now I’m back to square one. Back to being just me.
Haha life is a cruel ******* game.
My demons know how to swim, they know everything about me. They aren’t under my bed they are in my head.
Now I’m back to the way it was before he came in. Before he tried to fix me. If anything he broke me even more…