I'm sick of being used. All my life all I've ever been is a tool. The worst part is I keep falling for the same tricks, the same lies. I'm good for a kiss or two then it's the door for me. I"m good for a few answers on the homework then they no longer know me. Relationships? Forget it. I'm a good guy. That means I am relegated to the friend zone because I'm a "really great guy". I'm so sick of being somebody elses plaything.
Basically the only good thing recently is I got a text out of the blue. I will share a little snippet now.
"Ever since I first met you, I've wanted to get to know you. You're unique. You do thing that most people I know wouldn't have the courage to do. You're smart and caring. You're amazing Bourne. There's so much to you than people notice."
"I hurt myself today,
to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole,
the old familiar sting.
Try to to kill it all the way,
but I remember everything."
Everyone I know goes away in the end.
Basically the only good thing recently is I got a text out of the blue. I will share a little snippet now.
"Ever since I first met you, I've wanted to get to know you. You're unique. You do thing that most people I know wouldn't have the courage to do. You're smart and caring. You're amazing Bourne. There's so much to you than people notice."
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