And why should I? I did at one point, and look at me now. I'm more demonic than ever. I can't trust anyone the same. I believed in you and your friends, and now what? I was played. I was gullible enough to believe in you, but not naive enough to not see the truth.
I was never your "friend". I guess being tricked like this helped me see that much. I always had some "title" or some "reason" for being near you. And when I was replaced I wasn't needed and you let me go. Did I not matter that much? You all couldn't accept me as "me"; just as the sweet, kind version that you had come to enjoy. When I couldn't stand acting like that anymore, I decided to act like myself. But that wasn't good enough for any of you...
I couldn't understand why. Was I not good enough as "myself"? Did you no longer have a reason to act like we were "friends"? Or was I just replaced? ... I guess it doesn't matter now.
It's okay. Really. Now I know I can't trust you. Or them. And I probably never should have. But, something good did come from this.
I learned who my real friends are, and I learned you're not one of them. I also learned how to be alone. I learned to appreciate my solitude, and that no matter how much you care for someone else, your time alone is not worth the sacrifice. No matter how much you want to show you care, you must always take care of yourself first. No matter what your feeling of "love" compels you to do, "you" should always be the most important. Because in the end, that's all you have.
The part of me that still wants you is on her deathbed, and from the loss of her life brings forth something more demonic than before.
Something demonic, and maybe misanthropic. After all, I can't trust you anymore.
View User's Journal
Let there be light!~
SilentxBeautyx113
Community Member |
User Comments: [2]
User Comments: [2]