#meansgoingaway

Is what it feels like now a days. You only give me time when you cant handle, when life is one big precaution of utter shit. I lift you up despite my own sanity and belive you when you say that it wont happen again. I give you my time, my attention, myself and still you ignore the blatent signs that anyone besides your own delusional state of self gradification, could still care. I could scream it from the roof top, I could be an inch from your face; yet the utter disapointment is. You still could never see past your own vain exsitance to realize I have given you all of my sanity, and now my demons have gotten the scent that I no longer have any. As I call out to you yet your always to busy, maybe later, friend optional. Maybe it's the wine or the cigarettes or maybe I'm just the one attention deficit. Thank you for making me blind, for giving my demons the chance to catch up. You hurt me, and you will never know just how bad. Second best, friends for a second, hurt for a lifetime.