My Thoughts.

I Promise...

      These words... These god dame words make me sick. I promise you for a better life. I promise you for the thing you deserve. I promise, this I promise that. The promises you make me are worthless. I know you don't mean it when you say it, but I always get my hopes up. And for that, I'm an idiot. You know from time to time I truly believe that you could for fill these promises you make, but then you turn around and prove me wrong. Maybe I should just give up, is that what I need to do to show you that it hurts or do I just need to just keep listening hopeing one day things will change. I know, how about this... I just drop you, like you never mattered. Oh yeah, I can't. You know why? Because unlike you I have grown so very close to you and from time to time I make myself sick by just the thought of that.. But who cares right.