Broken promises die, like roadkill
Their on the side of the street
Concrete casualties of love
Chewed up and spit out
Raise high then dropped down
And now I don’t know what’s left of me.
Do you ever look in the mirror and find a stranger looking back at. Or see nothing at all. It’s like I’m invisible. I’m someone I do not recognize. Almost like a ghost. Who is this girl staring back at me?What happened to her smile. I see her blood shot eyes, from sleeping. Her tear stain cheeks. I feel sorry for her. Then i remember that girl is me. And I don’t deserve pity.
I think one of my greatest problem is that I value people much more than they value me. The people,whom I trust so much and think are my good friends, are actually the ones who say the worst things behind my back. The people I think I can count on, are actually the ones who leaves me first when things get tough. I always end up trusting the wrong people.
And then, at the end of the day, the minute they do say something nice or sweet, I end up trusting them again.
Who to trust? Trusting to what extent? How to I tell who can I trust? All seemed so trustworthy.
(via knightofwands)
I hate this world. I hate the dark side. I wanna get out of the dark side but i can’t. I’m stuck, trapped in this circle of evilness.
hurray. lets celebrate.
