This Time

When someone tries to play with your heart, play along with the game, but never fall for their trap. When someone tries to pull the same game that you know never worked for the past few year, you know they need to get over themselves and leave it alone. You know when the same stunt is pulled repeatedly, it becomes old. They know what goes around with come around and bite them in the ass when they least expect it.
If I look at you and turn the other cheek, it means I’m looking past the mistakes. But if I don’t say anything when you do the same thing over again, I’m waiting to see how far you’re going to take it until you see the worst of me. If you push your luck long even not to see my bad side, you should consider yourself lucky. If you have then you know how bad it will turn up if you pull the same thing again. 
I won’t pick up you’re slack of tears, but I will pick up you’re smiles. Sometimes the quiet ones are the strongest ones. when it hurts you’d want to go back to that person, not caring what happened as long as you can get them back. When it hurts you want them to see see you the same way you see them. When it hurts it won’t kill you, but it hurts so that you learn to move on and become better.
One day the young ones will take over the world and change what used to be our own traditions in how everything is suppose to be. We all have are ups and downs, but its our choice on how we look at everything to pull through. Its now or never, live through the difficult obstacles, and break down all the walls that stop you from moving forward.

Dark Clouds that Follow

I wonder how life would be if I never existed. I wish I never existed, so that people wouldn’t have to deal with me being a complete burden to them. Everything I do seems to go wrong, everything I feel seems to be against me, why am I bothered to even be alive anymore, why do I even exits, when death is my only wish alone. What is the point of me living, when I’m a burden to every person who is blood or not. I’m not worth anything but a piece of dirt picked from the sands of time.

Even the most loveable things seem to hate me. My heart slowly fills with hatred the more useless I feel the more pain that builds up in me even when I set it aside, the pain constantly builds. I look for a light. But all I see is darkness, I see no happiness in bothering to even be alive. I see no point in living and still I wonder whose lives I’ve touched.

I wonder who I’ve inspired to even see the point in living, yet I still believe I’m a burden to many for what reason is still unknown to me as I lay in bed wondering if I’m anything but a cursed child stuck in a useless body that’s a complete waste of a life. Let death be the first wish on my pedestal, as living is the last thing I’ll ever want. I’d rather be dead than alive for any person whose encountered me supposedly be the best or even the worse person at all.

Why I bother so much makes me wonder, why I’m even bothering to be alive at all. If I’m such a complete burden to so many people, I wish I disappeared off the face of the earth. Without a trace, not even the faintest bit of a words about, or of me should exist at all. My words are of no worth to convince anyone not even to a point to bother at all for anything in life.

As I’m a failure of everything, and everything to this day I’m still that cursed chilled, with a living death wish of wanting to be dead. Wanting to stay six feet underground in a wooden box full of emptiness, I’d rather be dead knowing that the people I’ve hurt would have complete freedom of the grasp I hold around them. Let me be the the first to die in every negative situation encountered.