He is cold
Dead inside
I doubt that
But I doubt that he cares
And so be it
I do not wish him any harm
Nor do I wish for his love
Cause it’s a struggle
Always a struggle
And in my time
Of dying
He shows his true colors
Which is no color at all
Void
Vacuum eyes
Hardened soul
Angry and nasty
And no strength to say sorry
Cause he doesn’t know what sorry is
He believes he is right to act like he does
And it’s sad
Cause he’s anything but right
Or good
Or anyone
I would ever want to be there for again
Just a one sided thing
He takes the souls from kind loving hearts
Pretends for awhile
As long as he must
To get what he wants
But has no intention
Of really giving or trying back
And who would want that?
Who would want his real self?
Ugly trying to make the ones around him just as ugly
Pull it out
Push any good away
Well Away is where I want to stay.
He leave people feeling less
Than they are
But it’s he
Who is less
And I confess
That I once loved
The part he plays
Beware of actors who do it for a living
Who do it for life
They will aways stab you in the back
With their little coward knife
I wish him well
But he is someone
No one will ever truly know
Not even..himself
I’d rather be alone in my time.of.grief
Than to be around a fake
Cruel fool
Who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything other than his own stupid self.
I’ve never met a man so stupid
Going through days wasting his life stupid nothing life away.
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