Promises and Escapes

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Promises are like rules.

No matter how strong and important they are, they get broken.

Whenever someone makes a promise to me, I never put my faith into it.

I just accept the fact that no matter what, it will be broken.

I don't mind it though, because I've learnt to deal with all the disappointment.

I've learnt to live with it my whole life.

The down side to living with it?

The fast growing detestment towards society, and how much more cynical I have become.

People think I'm bi-polar.

Maybe I am? I don't know or care anymore.

My one wish? To escape it all.

I want to escape the sorrow that has entered my heart and replaced most of my happiness.

I want to escape the fear that has set in my home.

There's no way to escape though.

Well....... There is one way to escape.

But suicide is really serious.

I thought about it a lot actually.

It seemed like a pretty good idea.

But then I thought of all I'd be leaving behind.

I'd be leaving behind the only people who I really care for: My family and 7 of my closest friends.

I don't want to be weak.

So I'm going to fight off the disappointment I feel each time someone says 'I promise.' to me.

I'm not fighting for myself.

I'm fighting for the ones I love.

You don't have to say anything. You don't have to vote. I just needed to get this off my chest so that I wouldn't go insane.

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