The real deal with people is that some don't really care. Have you heard of the million stories from people who only saw someone wept on somebody's grave?
They won't care unless you die. Not because only when you were lost did they found you but because they love the attention. The thought of being weak for the loss is like an urge to call for help. As if they are the ones who suffered from the hands of death.
The thing about many is that they pretend to be angels of your life when everyone is watching, acting as if they saved you from your biggest downfall. But the truth is, when they don't need anything from you, they'll ignore you like the wind. And like the wind, they breathe in your purpose but ignore your very existence.
Your nature, your life, your music, and your cries, they never, not even once dared to know. The funny thing is, despite the world's cruelness to you, you are still the one falling apart - fighting against the odds of those angel-acting demons.
Falling. In the trap. Of your own disguise.