To some I'm an good person. And what I say to them is stop pretending. They say I'm kind and caring and I think I can do better. They say I'm a good person and that there here for me because its worth it but the day I feel like I can't move and it ain't worth pushing they're gone. I told them once that it was happening and I couldn't keep the demons from pushing it into my head and yet there promises were nothing but disposable. Its always those people. Those who act like they care then disappear the second your in years and your frozen to the touch.
Now I've parted two halves of my heart. I've broken out my shell and now I tell people. Your lying. I know they are. When they say there here for me I know when I get hit hard once more they're not there holding me up like they promised. Now the second someone says there here for me I say what I know. And what I know is betrayal and blasphemy.
Not to say i haven't been a dick. I know who I am, I know what I've done. And those who think I'm a dick. Or I'm insane. Or I'm weak. They're right. But I'm trying. I'm trying.
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SonstigesI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
