You hate them for being there, but no ones there. You love them for caring, but all they care about is hate. You tell them trust, but they show you lies. You say there is something but they say it was never anything. Truth is a lie and the lies were always lies. The only truth is the pain that I feel. And the grim taste of hate every time I see someone treat what feelings I wish for as a commodity. More than that, Some one dares call there perfect little bubble a hard life. Maybe I should show them a real life and maybe they will begin to know a little of my pain. Have you ever asked the person you turn to for help are they in pain or how are you.. Of course you didn't. Why even bother........ I'm going to sleep.
b.l.Tiger · Wed Sep 02, 2009 @ 01:24pm · 1 Comments |