You cannot reason with some people, some people will not stop, they cannot stop, until they kill your soul, whether they kill you in the process is more of a happy accident than an unfortunate consequence.
I have a soul, I had a heart, I don’t have much else.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t placate them, because they do not know that love and acceptance are very different things, hell, some don’t even know how to love to begin with.
I’ve met them all, and I was dumb enough to put my trust in them, those that will never understand me and, as such, want to destroy me, and those that never loved me, and just wanted to use me up for even daring to be something more than the sick, broken excuse for a life I’m apparently supposed to be, it doesn’t matter, they all disgust me, and that doesn’t matter, because they’ll win in the end.
They’re so caught up in themselves that they couldn’t possibly lose.
God help me, god help me, god help me, god, god help me, god help me, god help me, god.