We're all like parasites. People leech onto others when they're broken in an attempt to get fixed. Most of the time, if they have a good host, the fix will be successful. Other times it doesn't work. That's how life is.
The parasites latch onto the host for emotional support and a sense of love. We all think what happens is the host repairs the mental state of the parasite and then it's all fixed, right? Wrong. What we don't see is that the real ones who are broken are the hosts. All of you out there that may be parasite will probably disagree with me. But nobody really knows what goes on in a hosts mind. How do I know, you may ask? Because I am one.
I'm not your normal host, however. I've been through so many parasites, it's unreal. People come and go. One right after another. Each one ends up the same. I fix them; they break me even more. Just when I think I might become their friend; that I might have a chance with them; I end up even more broken than they ever were to begin with.
I've had a countless number of 'friends.’ Not all at once, but one right after another. It happens every time. They're all the same. No one ever thinks about how I feel. No one cares enough to know about the pain I suffer daily. But let me tell you, if people DID know, they would never be able to look me in the eyes again.
This is gonna sound kinda bad and selfish of me, but… I really want to know what it feels like to break someone. It's like anyone who is able to do it doesn't have a heart. No, that's exactly what it's like. They're the selfish ones. All they care about is their own well being. I bet you that the person they hurt doesn't cross their mind once on a daily basis. What does it feel like to be that person?
