When my world keeps falling apart,
Why do I keep picking up the pieces?
My life is a direct result
Of my choices.
This is something
I firmly believe.
But everything is 20/20 vision
In hindsight.
My mistakes were made
With the best intentions.
Because I believe
In others.
Because I believe
In loyalty.
But I am betrayed
Again and again.
I keep making the same choices
The same mistakes.
I keep believing
In the people I love
But I keep being shown
That all this leads to
Is me being hurt
And them not caring.
I don't know
If I can stop caring
And I don't want to find out.
I want to care.
I just need people in my life
Worth caring for.
