MadManWithaBox
June 28th, 2010, 06:46 PM
Let down so many times. You wonder why you carry on believing the fools empty words and empty promises.
Let down. Forgotten. nobody cares.
You start telling yourself you don't care either. You're better than them. You didn't want to see them anyway. You're superior to them, and therefore immune. Didn't expect them to turn up anyway.
But inside. It bloody hurts. Like being stabbed in the chest. You're let down so many times. Broken promises, Broken hope.
You're inadequate. Not worth it. Scum. Thats what the little voice in your head tells you, that you don't deserve friends, you're not worth it. Done, alone.
And you wanna know something world? Sticks and stones may break my bones. Words may not hurt me. But solidarity can break me.
Let down. Forgotten. nobody cares.
You start telling yourself you don't care either. You're better than them. You didn't want to see them anyway. You're superior to them, and therefore immune. Didn't expect them to turn up anyway.
But inside. It bloody hurts. Like being stabbed in the chest. You're let down so many times. Broken promises, Broken hope.
You're inadequate. Not worth it. Scum. Thats what the little voice in your head tells you, that you don't deserve friends, you're not worth it. Done, alone.
And you wanna know something world? Sticks and stones may break my bones. Words may not hurt me. But solidarity can break me.