Train Of Thoughts

My Hate For People.

Isn't it funny how, how only the ones we love hurt us, how life is so much easier without people. How-how they try to make you choose between water and air, how they can make you ache so fucking much.
Doesn't it hurt you when you realize you care about someone more than you should've? Why do we get so attached? Every time we start falling we get worried, we should be happy but for some reason- our hearts tickle. It hurts to think about who you love, because first thing you think about is losing them.
And guess what happens, you somehow always end up losing the ones you love, as hard as you try you'll lose em and you'll cry.
I wish if we can live without people-you know-where you just don't get attached. I wish everyone had their own tiny world, in which they live happily alone because you never hurt yourself. Even if you do, you do it because of people, those people who always end up screwing us up.
It's always the damn people. People that make us happy? Aren't those the ones who end up making us cry anyways ?
They only made us happy because we loved them, but then again that's exactly why we break into pieces every time.
Love? That's what they call it.
Pain? That's what how we feel it.
It only hurts when it's someone you love, because you loved them too much and you realized too late, you end up realizing that you should always keep the love to yourself because people fake it, only you; can truly love and care, only you; can treat yourself right, only you; knows how people deal with your heart.
Your heart is so fragile but people seem to destroy everything that's pure, everything that has good in it.
Avoid people, every speck of love you give them- they give back to you as hate. People can hate, they can hate so well it hurts, they fake everything to the point were they force you to quit everything.