I once lived for you,
and I’ve never ever been
so wrong,
so wrong,
so wrong.
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“…trust issues.”
I always found the phrase funny, like those who are losers in life always try to bring those better than them down. But when you get to the next level and you’re kicking arse and kicking fucking goals, it surprises you that even your friends will hate you. Even your best fucking friends will be jealous of you.
And NO ONE will be happy for you.
Well you know what? Fuck You. I’m succeeding in a way most guys will only ever dream about. And i’m not going to stop.
What i’ve realised today is no-one will ever be truly as happy about your achievements as you can be. Fuck ANYONE’S validation. Do everything in your life for you, and only for your own enjoyment. Because in the end, you’re on your own.
And I know how, how you feel, i feel the same way too.
But i know that, that you hide it, better than i do.
I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
Said, there is always a chance to rectify what you’ve taken, make your peace in the world.
I thought to slip through the door, I could’ve entered the room,
I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak;
“Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven cause I killed that kid?
It was an accident I swear it wasn’t meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?”
I left the hotel behind, don’t want to know how it ends.