When shit hits home...

Once something has changed,

Can it ever again be the same?

Can things ever build back up,

To where they once were?

Or once it has changed,

Is it just doomed to be different

Ever after?

Would the new things alter the old?

Destroying their chances of revival.

Survival.

Once the new has replaced the old,

It's purpose is lost.

It can try to be what it once was,

Strive so enviously for acceptance.

But when all is lost,

Replaced,

It is useless, old and broken.

Left in the corner of the floor,

To naught be needed again.

So I don't know.

I feel like I'm being replace.

Like I've been replaced.

Yeah things get better, but they're not, nor ever will be, the same.

The things we used to do or whatever, you have somebody else for now.

I guess I just have to accept that I'm not needed how I used to be,

give up,

and move on.

Sometimes, well pretty much all the times, life sucks.

Things never go the way we want them to.

They never fix to what they were.

Nothing ever stays the same.

Things don't just happen.

People meet new people and those new people tend to replace you and take your spot.

And that's when you know you aren't needed anymore.

And that's when shit hits home.

And that's what fucking sucks.