Pat syndrome

next time i screw up i'll make it less public. sorry to ruin your gossip sessions. buy me a zipper, close up my mouth, throw away the stupid key and stop me saying idiotic things.

yeah i get it i screwed up, yeah i get it, it was low, it was lame, and i deserve it all. that doesn't mean i have to enjoy it and i'm still going to complain thanks.

i try. i really do. every time anyone needs a word, a shoulder, a hand, i'm there, i don't care who it is, if someone's in trouble they are put first. ffs! i want a little back now. no one gives a shit, all they want is to slag off me because it's funny for them! well i've had enough, everytime i've been there, everytime i've helped someone up and now everytime they've let me fall and laughed at me when i hit the ground has added up.


How could i hope
and never see
this foolish dream
was destroying me.
do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark, to dream about a life where you're the shining star.
tried believing in myself it was the only way. thanks for crushing my belief. i'm sorry every time i listened to you cry. i'm sorry every time i rebuilt your stupid belief and i'm sorry every time i put you back together! and i'm sorry that anyone ever tried to put me back together, if i was already apart it wouldn't be a hard fall to disapear now.