It's so hard.
Figuring out who's right and who's wrong.
Learning who to follow and who to run from.
Deciding whether or not to listen or disregard everyone's warnings or opinions.
They're right it's on me, it's my choice.
But how the hell am I supposed to decide when I know I'll be judged for my decision.
It'll be my problem when I get hurt again.
They say they're here for me but they're not.
If I choose what's wrong in their world, they will never support me or help me when I get played for the millionth time. It's always the same things. The same ways to tell me I was wrong and should get over it. The same exact pitying face. I'm crying for help. But it's never help. It's advice that benefits them. Never me. I'm sorry. I want to do what's right. But how can I tell what's right when everyone's perception of the right thing is different.
-Gabsviolet
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