How ironic;
It is when I seem to give people superbly, great advice;
It is when I seem to give people superbly, great advice;
But I can't seem to make it of any use to my own heart.
How ironic;
That I'm going around, lapping up after other people's problems;
That I'm going around, lapping up after other people's problems;
Trying to fix what I can't stand to bear witness to;
Knowing that they probably won't do the same for me.
How selfish;
That I'm giving myself a small flicker of false hope.
To think that something might actually happen;
With no solid proof of anything.
With no solid proof of anything.
How selfish;
To know that there are people who do care for me;
But thinking that they don't really understand.
But thinking that they don't really understand.
And the shittiest part?
Is that this is something I have to solve on my own.
Is that this is something I have to solve on my own.
It just hurts to think anymore.
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