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This is what it's like to be around people you've never even expected to want to be friends with you... The same type of people whose friends you've always expected to be annoyed with you because they think you're trying to steal them... Those people who you expect to push you away just for the sake of their other friends' well being... You had scars that reopened the wounds of the past, yet you can't help but do it all again... Just hoping it will be different...
And that's how you ended up throwing your heart in the hands of yet another person who lets their friends play with it.. and end up leaving it behind, bleeding out all the hope...
All over again... and for nothing...
And that smile remains sewed to your bleeding face to conceal all you feel... Just so they won't see how awful you feel... because all their friends think you're in the way... and what hope does your broken heart have to feel any different than that...?
But what does it even mean if the feeling is already too familiar...? Let it be... Leave them behind... All of them...
And never... never ever... ever open up to anyone like that...
That is the despair your soul will always feel ... The need to just... make them... listen... but they never will...
So what's the point...?
They never mattered to you anyway... Never as much as you thought... Let alone how much you thought they thought you mattered... You never meant anything to them... just another another obstacle they had to get rid of...
