It is what it is

It gets lonely here

But I guess it’s time for me to be alone

Sometimes I miss when i had people around

Then I remember what made me leave

Or disconnect

Or eject

And then I don’t miss it or them at all

I don’t want the company of people

Who make me have to build a wall

Just to protect myself

From others always aiming to project their shit

Onto me

People see what they want to see

And ignore what they don’t want to change

While I’m sitting here alone

always trying to rearrange

The shit i know that’s fucked up about me

All I want is to just be

Happy

But happiness comes for those who stay blind

Shadow the mind

Don’t jump in the deep

Even asking a question

Might break you open

And then questions start to seep

In

Like Pandoras box

Like ol’ can o’ worms

Don’t open it up

Keep it shut

Remember what being curious did to the cat ?

You don’t want that

Cause once you go there

You can never go back

Just fiill up your cup

With fluff

And stuff

Take the blue pill

And stay happy

Oh well

I’m proud that you are playing music again

But you treat me like a stranger

Like I never meant anything to you

And that’s hurtful

And cruel

So you can do that

But I won’t be there

To care

Waiting for you

To do

That to me anymore.

I’m not mad.

I’m disappointed that someone so strong

Is so beat down

And has no more faith

I tried so hard

But that’s my problem

I shouldn’t try

With someone like you

Because you never do

So you had all my love

And you threw it away

But I’m okay

Because I love you

I accept you

And finally with love

An Leting you go.

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