Im the kind of person who falls for things. The person who’s hope is always pushed down. Maybe thats why life is so messed up.
Then I find people like you who set me up. Am I like this joke to you? I guess so. Im not a doll, Im not your puppet, my strings are not yours to pull, but I guess I havent said anything about you toying with me. I grit my teeth and force a smile all for you. Its like this game. I can sit,I can cry, but I dont. I can weep I can whine, but guess what? I dont, because the last thing I want you to have is the satisfaction.
Then I find other people. People who can just talk to me and it can feel like Im in their arms. Like the holding me, comforting me. Like they actually care and then there comes my hope again, but this time, no this time it isnt drained.
Then I find the people like them. Who dont really care but will still be there. Its like a hallowness. Like an empty box given as a gift.
Then theres me. And I guess that in this world it is truly only me to be able to really rely on.