So good.
People are so good at making you think you mean something.
Making you actually believe that they care.
Making you feel like you matter.
They're just so goddamn good at pulling you into that trap and making sure you stay there.
Right where they want you.
And you can't move or breathe or do anything but remain a prisoner to their will
Because, after all, you're still stuck there hoping and being so recklessly naïve that you have some how convinced yourself that maybe
Just maybe
One day they'll wake up and realize that you give them the earth and spend all your time thinking about them and trying to make them happy and letting them know how you feel and how much you care
Just to have all of that time and effort thrown in your face like it's nothing and getting a tiny smattering of unfelt and meaningless "I love you"s spit at you like that changes things.
But, doesn't it though?
Don't those small little words or even the tiniest of sweet actions keep you up all night rethinking and evaluating everything?
Doesn't that smile, that laugh, that soft touch, those brown eyes,
DON'T THEY implant themselves into your very fiber and dare you to try and deny what they make you feel?
Doesn't it fuck you up how much you ruin your life and blow all of your ideals and beliefs to shit for someone who doesn't give a shit about you? And time after time they do it over and over again and here you are,
Waiting.
Wasting.
~S~
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PoesíaA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
