the thing about knives in your back

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-what I learned when my dearest friends betrayed me

You think people are good,
                                                 just
                                                        like
                                                               you.

You think they have
goodness in their hearts,
                                              just
                                                     like
                                                           you.

You think they'll stick around,
just like how
you would
stick around in theirs.

But you were wrong.

Not everyone has pureness in their hearts
                               like
                                     you.
Not everyone has goodness in their souls
                              like
                                     you.
Not everyone is radiating with positivity
like
you.

This world is a wicked,
                            c r u e l,
                            c r u e l
                            place,
and you ought to know that by now.

After being thrown into the dirt,
                           o v e r
                                       &  
                                           o v e r
you think you'd get that
into your thick skull
by now,
but no.

A tiny ounce of your soul
s t i l l  wants
             to give people chances,
it s t i l l  wants
             to let people in your life.

Regardless of
the number of people
that left your side,
you still want to
              give people
                           your e v e r y t h i n g.

Regardless of
the times they
left you with
n o t h i n g,
but a bleeding heart.

You still won't
give up on people,
no matter how much
they gave up on you.

Little girl,
           you know how cruel the world can be.

Why do you
           keep letting it break you?

Why do you
          keep letting people in
               when you know
                    they'll only
                       leave in the end?

Why do you
         keep giving people chances
              when you know
                  you'll only end
                     up disappointed?

Why do you keep trying, when everyone gave up on you a long time ago?

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