Bad Habit

I have this bad habit of

getting close to people and thinking

that their always going to be

by myside; but eventually they

always leave.

I have this bad habit of

loving people a little too much, when

they don’t even love me back;

and when they leave me my heart

feels like someone threw it

from the sky.

I have this bad habit of

caring for people, when they don’t care

about me at all. Perhaps, if they

saw through my eyes they’ll see the

scars I have deep down inside.

I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired.

I wish feelings didn’t exist.

Why do feelings exist anyways?

I always fall for everything and let

it destroy me. It’s my fault after all,

but I still have hope that one day I find

a person that shares the same bad habits

as me