In the real world, no one is your friend


Walking into a room with striding lights

looking through trying to walk through the crowd of drug addicts,

a huge wave of the smell of alcohol causes your eyes to tear up

like if you hadn't blinked 

the grabbing of drunk and high teens trying to be stable and not tilt to the side try hang on your shoulder

you try helping but look at them in discust instead


is it because you think you're better then them? 


never that!

but why didn't you help them?


oh yeah...

because when they were in your shoes and you were in theirs they did the exact same thing.

let you fall onto your knees,

left you abandoned,

didn't bother to look back. 

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