Cut Me Down Again
Every single year it’s the same old thing.
I meet people.
I think they’re my friends.
I think they actually care about me.
I feel wanted.
And by the end of the year, I’ve turned around 360 degrees.
I’m right back where I started: friendless.
I try to be as open and as honest as I can, and all it gets me is cut down again.
What did I do to deserve this punishment?
What is it about me that makes people want to do this to me?
Why does everyone think that they can hurt me and I’ll be okay with it?
I’m not okay with it!
I want to hurt them as much as they’ve hurt me.
I want to cut them down just like they’ve cut me down again.
by
TiffantAnnLoganAdamsposted on 10/29/2009
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