As I sit in the dark, I think of the dark events of my life. Loved least by my father who preferred my sister. Least loved by my father who has used me to do his personal bidding.
Least loved by my friends, who prefer the company of each other rather than myself, the friends who leave me in the dark on everything. They say its for my own good, but its just to irritate me.
Constantly put down, held back, and made inferior to, and used by the person who is supposed to be my best friend.
The moon shines down on me like a bright lamp, telling me that i need to hunt. but with my rage, id end up killing someone i care about.
I dont know why i care about them, they aint no damn fun, and they dont care about me in the least.
If i am alone, then i can only hurt myself, and then i dont have to care about those who arnt there.
if i am alone, then i can wallow in the feelings of hate that i feel, and no one can stop me.
I do feel love, for the one i want more than anything but cant have.
for some reason, i love those who make me hate them.
A lie is a lie, you can sugar coat it all you want, but that doesnt change the fact that it is a lie.
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