The Struggle

Real friends don’t act like this

They don’t let you struggle alone

Fake friends are only there when they want

But when you need them the most the vanish

The only friend needed in my life

Is a bottle and a pillow to cry on

I sick and tired of playing all these games

All the games in my head make me sick

The pain gets stronger

The feelings last longer

I don’t understand why this is happening to me

All I ever do it give and receive nothing

I would ask god why

But I already know the answer

I’m a terrible fucking person

All I do is hurt the ones I love

I wanted to say I’m sorry to all the ones I’ve hurt

But in the end the only one standing in the mirror is me

Looking back at myself

Just wondering when

When I’ll give up

When it will all end

When nobody gives a fuck anymore

When the bottle kills me

For anyone who actually cares I’m sorry I just can’t live this way anymore

Maybe next time you will actually fucking care

You ruined me so maybe the next person you try and help you actually do what you say you will do...