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Truth.
I know there are people that care about me,
I know there are people who are glad they have met me,
But I look back at my life, and I have no one.
No one in the way I long for so much.
I’m screaming inside.
My smile is so fake, but the bitter me I can not show anyone.
It’s the reason I have no one in the first place.
This pain drives me to the edge endlessly.
I’m frustrated.
Who the fuck am I to talk about having a ‘Genuine Lover’?
That song is so fake.
I lie to you with every word.
I’m through being the shofur.
I’m through being the odd man out.
I’m through helping people with this when truly,
I don’t know jack shit about that.
I’m through watching everyone around me bask around in happiness,
while I stand in the background applauding them.
I envy them.
I fight this with all my strength.
I’m through making myself thinking I’m ever going to find someone who finds me to be special.
So I’ll go through them like I’ve always done.
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
and On to the next one.
Except this time,
I’m going to play the cards the way I’ve should have played them.
I’ve been dealt a shitty hand,
but in the end I’m collecting the whole fucking pot.
This is me right now.
My mind is in pain?
WTFuck.