heartless

Sometimes, you just don't belong.

Sometimes, they just pretend to care.

Sometimes, you will cry.

Sometimes, you can't handle it anymore.

But most the time you have to. 

Being alone isn't my problem.

It's the insincerity. The fake people.

The fake friendships. Not knowing if people like you for you.

Or they just want something out of you. 

I'm very good at being alone but, that doesn't mean I enjoy it.

Sometimes, I don't want to live here anymore.

I want to leave and live with my dad.

Then I realize I'd be missing out.

But missing out on what? More selfish people?

Sometimes, I get tired and I don't do my best.

I get tired of our repetitive religion.

I'm tired of not being heard. 

Sometimes, I get so sick of boys.

I hate the way they talk to me. I hate when they mess with me and my stupid feelings. You can't just have me when you please.

It's not fair nor right. 

I'll be waiting until you're not a coward.

Sometimes, I get scared and shy away from everything.

I don't want to deal with anyone or anything.

I'd love to sleep for days on end without interruption.

Sometimes, You are the person other people rely on.

It's a good thing, don't get me wrong.

But, who do I rely on?

My life is too problematic for anyone to handle but myself.

always,

Kara