Reanimation Room

dated.13.07.08

I finally realized what’s been ticking me off these last 3 days…
It’s that bitter taste one gets only after being used.
It’s part of who we are to use one another…
Either for material benefits
or merely emotional.
Using something or someone in its favor is what human nature succeeds at.
Makes me sick though…
To know that everyone around me keeps using each other
for whatever reason they can find.

Reached a point in which I almost don’t mind my problems
almost forgetting they exist,
cause few or practically none care enough, genuinely,
to want to do something, anything that would actually help.

So why do I always have to be this reanimation room…
The one nobody remembers ever being in,
or even its existence
until the next relapse…

 

It’s frustrating, that in end, we’re all alike
And there’s very little to do in order to prevent someone from using us,
And we ourselves from doing it to someone else…

 

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