Its always the people you love who back stab you.
You look them in the eye and they tell you that they will never leave.
But its all bullshit and false hope.
It always have been it always will be.
As they hug you they hide a knife in the other hand waiting to strike.
You shake and cry...And then you pull the trigger.
And no one shall be none the wiser..They will never know they were the cause.
People never cared about you.
They never have.
They never will.
They would spit on your grave
They would move on with there damn lifes.
And act like nothing happened.
Because they have a million better things to do than care about a freak like you.
Your like dust in the wind.
You vanish quickly without a trace.
And no one will even notice it.