The demons staring inside my head telling me every thing wrong with my life, all the mistakes i've made every heart brake on repeat, from the little things like losing a penny to the big things such as the reason I chose to have no friends, a promise I made to keep my self hole yet so long forgotten tho, one after another I alow people in my life then only to be reminded the truth, I'll be hurt again, and again an endless cycle to ruin my heart, so tainted so broken no longer beating only pulsing, It may be moving but it donet mean im living.
people say their your friends but the truth is your just convenient and once that convenience is gone so are they, they stop pretending they stop acting as if they care, you just become an nucence, they stop and dont like you for you, if your like me and your already shattered your heart breaks more yet you can't blame the other person for you know its your own mistake for letting a person in, what a mistake I have made
