You say I'm your best friend, but I can't help but wonder.
You treat me like shit and then expect me to laugh.
I know I don't have a right to speak, I'm not the nicest person in the world, but it still stings when you say these things.
I cling to everyone like my life depends on it, because, in a way, it does.
People hold me up, they are what keeps me going when all I want to do is stop. But sometimes I think that the ones who are holding me up are being outnumbered by the ones tearing me down.
But it's okay. One day I will fall and I won't get back up again. I'll be completely broken inside, I've come close before. And when I break, it will be okay again. I won't feel anymore and maybe that's for the best.
But until then, I'll just keep holding on, letting my 'friends' chip away at my armor because that's the only thing I know to do.
I can't keep holding on, I know this, but for the life of me I can't let them go. I'm too far damaged to fix.
