There once was a boy, who strove to be heard. But at the same time this boy never wanted to be seen, just heard. He cared for everyone, unconditionally he never cared who you were, but he was there to hear your story. To take it to his heart, that way it would get fixed. But this boy never knew that caring for one person, loving one person would bring his life down. He fought to bring it up, he tried and tried to push down those emotions so that he wasn't fucking up other peoples lives. Inside he fought a battle, and outside he wore a smile. He hadn't cried in a while...
Then one day he thought that maybe caring wasnt the answer, maybe there was no answer. In hopes he could finally succeed in life he tried to become cold. Push out the emotions he decided to stop caring. He died inside, so that he could be happier and make everyone else happy. He held those he loved close, but at a distance. He held his friends far, they know nothing about him. He only made one exception. He gave up, one thing he told himself he would never do. It seems that life can be a bitch, and when you finally have had enough, you finally tell people what you really think you are an ass hole. You are the mean one in life. It doenst matter what your story is, it doesnt matter how old you are, all that mattered what that you told that one person off, because you had enough of their shit, their drama. Love hurts, its like a razor, feels good cutting through your skin, but hurts like a bitch when its done. His heart... so papercutted, so ruined, he never trusts anyone because they will hurt him and he knows it.
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