Fragile

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Always broken

Part of me wants to say fuck it lets live it all
But another part of me still lives in the moment they had me broken. Part of me still believes the mean words they say that still lingers around my ears.
Because I'm not capable of forgetting.
Because I'm not capable of being mean towards anyone like they do.
I had to learn to tolerate the ones around me that never intended to be nice, and that never wanted well.
And I find myself crying at night asking what did i do to deserve people like that in my life.
Who I see them in society if they weren't relatives?
I bet they'll be the type I'll stay far away from if they approach. Because people like those only seek problems just to have something to talk about. And to boost their ego's to what surface they're seeking.
But they'll be the first to beg for another chance when time gets tough. They'll be the first in line when it comes to wanting only good things from you. But they were never there when you had your hard times, including if those times were because of them.
Therefore we're always broken.