"I love you," they said.
"Giving is better than receiving," they said.
"It's a good thing to have a big heart," they said.
"Treat others the way you want to be treated," they said.

If that's the truth then why am I always hurting?

If you love me, why does it feel like my heart is being ripped from my body and detaching from my soul? Why does my heart feel empty all of a sudden? Why do I feel pain if love is supposed to be the opposite? You see, I thought love was the answer. I thought love was a cure-all potion that could suddenly make me happy. It was temporary, but love was the answer to why I feel pain, strife, and misery. But you love me.

It's funny how nice it is to be on the receiving end of love, it's the best feeling in the world. Reverse it on a one way street though and you've got yourself a paradise in hell. You give and you give and you give, and they take and they take and they take. You give them the clothes off your back and not once do they realize why you do it or question it. You give and you give until there's nothing left to give them, except yourself. So you give them that and what do they do? Reject you like a used up piece of scum on the ground. But giving is better than receiving.

I have a big heart, really I do. It's such a shame that it's cold and empty though. The light and warmth of my heart has been extinguished at the merciless hands of mankind, smothering out the smallest of sparks. My love for others has diminished, my love for myself was non-existent. What do I have left? Nothing. Just an big empty hole where my heart should be. But it's a good thing to have a big heart.

They teach you the golden rule in elementary school of good karma. Bull shit. If reality actually worked like that, there'd be world peace for all and world hunger would cease to exist. Treat others how you want to be treated. Right. If that was the case then I'd be the luckiest person alive and also extremely happy. But as you can tell, life doesn't work that way. Life sucks, it's not fair. Things don't work out sometimes, I'm sorry for bursting your bubble but it doesn't. What goes around, comes around. But you should treat others the way you want to be treated.

Oh the lies. Damn. Let me know when these people get their rude awakening from their impractical dreams. I'd like to witness first hand their heart break like mine did when I was exposed to the atrocities of man.