The Ripped Soul

Your colleagues can't be your friends. Your friends can't be your colleagues.

This is your outlet now. Whatever it is that happens, we're answerable to it.

Be careful of what you say to people, they could stab you in the back.

And after all that I just feel like crying.

These people you tell me to be wary of, they're like my family. Andy, Rick, Sam, Diz, Anna even.

Whenever I encounter problems, I confide in them, seeking for answers, hoping to learn what's right.

You're telling me not to trust the people that taught me things the moment I stepped in.
You're telling me that I should be wary of them..

I love them like my own and I look up to them. Especially if they're people I've worked with personally.

What is love if there's no trust in the equation?

So in this job, first I sacrifice my sweat, my time, my reputation, my face, my braincells.. now I have to sacrifice my company, my friends, the people I love, the people I made my family?

I gotta push the whole world away from me now?
I gotta be all alone by myself now?
I gotta fight all this shit by myself now?

Is that it?

I hate this job.
I hate the stress of it all.
I hate the responsibilities of ALL of it.
I hate being this miserable.
I hate the fucking misery.

I hate having to push the people I love away from me.