It's been five days. All this feels too familiar, I've been here I've done this before. Only the previous time I could walk out of the situation. But this time I'm stuck here. I still can't bring myself to look at you after what you did. You made up for the wrong you done, but you've damaged my respect for you. I've forgiven you but I cannot get past myself to forget what you did to your own blood and kin. It's easy for people to say fuck care the world but it doesn't work this way. I can't just throw aside the people I love. I'm trying to work this out but everything's in too much a mess I can't handle it. And it's like a big joke played on me when I turned to the 2 people in life I thought I could rely on to find a listening ear only to come face to face with nothing. It hurts to know how I was never in your list of priorities, how easily I can be brushed off and then left alone. So I bit my tongue and swallow the heartache that I bared open to no one. I've been roaming streets and keeping myself busy outside just to not come back to this place I don't call home and let the emptiness and heartache creep back in. I've been too tough for too long it's become more than a habit and this is the only place I let myself be vulnerable. Come a few hours more it's time to put back on my mask, pretend there is nothing wrong and face this world void of love. Drama.
