i may always speak sarcastically.
but really i wear my heart on my sleeve.
and your breaking it.
i'm always waiting for people.
i always believe in people.
i believe people even when i
know they're lying.
and i hate myself.
i hate you for making me this way.
i just always wanted to believe in you.
i wanted to believe you really wanted me.
so i started believing everyone.
i have high hopes even though they always get crushed.
even though in the back of my mind i'm always telling
myself that it will never happen.
i can't help the ignorance in me.
i'm scared to call because i
don't want to be "overzealous"
yeah i know what that means.
ever since that day i get scared
to become too attached to anyone.
i try not to be too nice to anyone
because i don't want anyone to ever
think that about me again.
"would it kill you to care as much as i did?"
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