i hate when your friends aren't there for you anymore. im going through some tough shit right now and some of the people i consider to be as close as sisters just fucking stab in the fucking back. i hate that shit.
especially when you should've known what you were getting into. they just turn on faster than a atomic bomb goes off.
but then you just have to wonder how the fuck you got here?
from being the best in July to falling to my worst now, in January. how can 6 months fuck one up one person? that's a good question. they can't. it's not the time we spend upon doing what we do, it's the people we do it with. they cause you to be what you are now. whether it's a now 4 months ago or a now 2 years from now, it doesn't matter, you need to be careful with the people you sitting yourself with. you never know, they could leave you just face down in a pond while they go and laugh with the person that put you there, they can leave you on the top of building you want to jump off of and lock you out, then they go find someone else to laugh with when you were that first, you can, yeah you, can be there every. single. fucking. time. but when it comes down to it, they'll treat you like they never even fucking heard your goddamn name.
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I HELP PEOPLE! WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SHIT?! ITS BECAUSE THERE IS NO ONE THERE TO CATCH ME WHEN I FALL BUT I CARRY 6 OTHER MOTHERFUCKERS WHO DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO ASK IF IM OKAY.
so what the fuck do i even try for? just to have sand kicked in my mouth from the sandcastle that is the people i trust.
it's because that's who are, Sabian.
oh fuck you Leo, you hippy prick.
why? it's because im right? isn't it?
no you're not, I already said that helping people is not my place.
but oh, it is.
how the fuck should you know?
believe me, i know. I'm your "guardian angel" remember? you said it yourself, im here to protect, to inspire remember?
yeah, yeah i know.
what are you feeling?
i feel as if, im on my own.
no worries, you've got me, you always got me.
I'm alone but I know I'll never be that. I have me and my thoughts.
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Kill Me, I'm 3 Faced (VII)
Poetrywhat a time to be alive right? these events take place from January 2016 to March 2016
