Maybe things won't go back like I dreamed off. Maybe they realized that I am no good to them. Maybe I am overthinking. From time to time I just can't even take a glance upon them. They are not hypocrites. They are not fakers. Maybe I am that particular words. Maybe being nice can't always be paid back with good deeds. I am starting to hold grudges. I feel disgusted. Now I who you truly are. You have finally show yourself rather than hiding behind those too good to be said as a bad person. Your words are now just shits that are playing in my mind. Annoyed by this kind of things. Maybe you are right. As much as I want to get things back together your acts stopped me. Stomping as if mocking me. I decided to put you down below. Below from everything. You are the saint that kills me. Now I realized. Used me to make you feel better. When I am down. You disregard me. I hate you for making that acts. Thats why. You was never there to listen. Never. You rather have people not telling you their problems because to you there are not worth your time. Fuck you anyway.
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