Use Somebody.

We’re all in the market to use and be used. Everyone has what we need and everyone has what we want. It’s easy to pretend you need somebody. Anybody. A pulse, a touch, and a feeling. We need somebody. We need anybody. Give us the little attention that we crave, and we’ll take everything we need.


It’s never who we want, its always who we need. What we could get from the fools of people who can easily be manipulated. Foolish people giving away secrets. Timid vulnerabilities that trust too easily and expose themselves too quickly. That’s all we are good for; telling secrets to the mighty that never needed us at all.  We are the fools, the pathetic, the broken, and the fallen. We are the suckers that believe every word and watch as heels dig deeper on our backs. Doormats with a pulse that can’t help but dust themselves off, time and time again.

Watching everyone hide behind lies and deceptive expectations. Then silently watch them turn around and play the victim. Cast your stones, you can’t hurt me. Throw your shade, I am too close to the light. How we love to absorb every ounce of this energy, leave you suffocating for more. You get what you paid for, you got what you wanted. Now leave the fools to lick their wounds and salvage what little dignity they have left. It’s always what you want, always what you need. What you can get from everyone that you can’t find for yourself.

How easily you shine when people believe you. How easy it was to be the taker with nothing to give. It’s what you take from people that makes you who you are. It what builds the foundation of who you are and where you came from. We all want to use somebody. Be somebody to be used. Become the fool for foolish prides and juvenile expectations. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shames all on me. I should have seen the track marks as signs of what’s to come. Instead boys who cry wolf with their crocodile tears lead me to believe in everything else. You used me. Used me until I had nothing left.

I won’t be there to save you. One day the big bad wolf will take you whole and blow your house down. The people you use will band against you, then you’ll have nothing left. How mighty we feel when we have everything we want. Oh, how the mighty fall when they’ve lost everything they had.

Go cry to your sheep. Go cry to your legions of people that have yet to be used. Save your mighty self for a change. I can’t save you anymore, maybe it’s time you saved your own fucking yourself.


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