It's so easy for people to leave.
It's so easy for them to move on.
It's so easy for them to live their life without me.
It's so easy for me to be replaced and be rewrote into someone else.
It's so easy for me to be a stepping stone for someone.
It's at the point where I don't hate anyone for doing these things.
If my own parents wouldn't get their shit together for me, then why would anyone else?
Why would anyone give me everything.
Why would anyone truly, unconditionally love me.
Why would anyone in this whole world want me... if my own blood couldn't do it?
I don't blame anyone that's lied on me, about me... you do what you think's right.
At the end of this life, God will give you my revenge for me.
It's not my place to you you're a fucked up person.
To call you names.
To scream at you because you made my junior and high school years a fucking nightmare.
For ruining my childhood.
For ripping me of my innocence-you, you're a monster.
And for every tear I shed.
For every cut I tried to heal... I was surviving.
And...
I missed so much.
But I won't miss finding my person.
I won't miss having my own family someday.
And I sure as hell won't miss anyone that ever denied me.
You know exactly who you are.
At the end of the day, I've got me, my God, and my angels in Heaven.
And my walls are high, only I can bring them down.
