Days like this.

It’s days like this when you can’t move or get out of bed. But you do it anyway, for promises you made. None were kept to you but you try to keep yours. Pain, negative thoughts you feel it all. It’s hard but you have become harder, sometimes unable to tell a problem exists maybe the cause. The cause of the undying devotion to those who don’t care, can’t even muster a thank you just a cold stare. Stare as if you owe them something they don’t owe, sweetheart you are absolutely beautiful, because I told you.
We all should look into a mirror before you look down on the other. Your frequent emotional rapes are getting harder. I’m human much like you maybe if you can respect that a change may occur.


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