To anyone that wonders if I'm writing about them: I am

I.

You see things Like shady bitches snaking it up in the grass disappoint me.

It's almost Like why would your parents work so hard for so long for you to just turn around and fuck it up.

I'm not concerned however because you at the end of the day are getting cut not I.

But for some reason it bothers me so much that I can sit around all day, at all times even now at 3:45 in the morning writing about how mad I am to anonymous readers who will probably just look at this and pass it by.

When I get mad my dad always says "don't give that person the power over the situation. If it's time for them to leave ,Let them go " yeah he's right But I feel the need to constantly explain how upset I am because I feel nobody truly gets it .

Nobody will understand how destroyed I am

How hard it is to loose someone you'd thought would be with you and in your life forever,

And if you do then you don't know my place

My position

Because we all handle things differently

And we take situations at different paces.

Nobody knows what it's Like to loose someone from another's perspective unless they were in the relationship aswell.

And that is the hardest part,

You see you can never vent to others who don't fully comprehend what actually went down or what's actually going on.

Because most likely they'll go against your decisions and make you second guess what happened whether it was right or wrong.

But

That was always the problem

And it'll always be the hardest part.