This is why you never let anyone in. Never let your guard down. Never become complacent. There's always a knife aimed at my back. Always a bullet with my name on it. Then again it might just be what I deserve. I don't believe in much, but Karma is something I buy into. Maybe this is my penitence for being who/what I am. Maybe if hurt would set in the anger would soon follow. Because at least I can draw strength for anger. This numbness, this nothingness...this is killing me.
Now that I sit here and think for a minute, 13 months ago I literally asked for this.
Destroy me. So that I may rebuild.