The first cut is the deepest.
The first blow the sneakiest.
Take the pain in moderation .
Remember you deal with the devious.
Can't trust for longer than i hold my breath.
Waiting patiently for muh death.
People always leaving me empty , taking with them all that was good
Bitterness arising leaving me numb.
can't think of anything quite like it.
Hatred. Despair. Loosely tugging my hair.
Can't please everyone, anyone , or myself.