fake people and real gems

so are good deeds done with good intent when there only given from fake and untamed people? to begin with.? is there a reason ur smiling down upon me when u offer me a shred of hope.? I used to believe in humanity till it tore my very soul from my deep within the cavity of my chest and decided it was unworthy of any help and admiration apparently . because if I were a soulless carcass of a human being I would ultimately in the end forsaken the very earth people who pretend to care walk upon. I use to not feel worthy of appreciation for my own life now I only appreciate my own and what's mine . because hope always ends the same a broken a stumbling promise that is made carelessly to impose what ? u wanna help but u can't cause what ? your so full shit ur covered in ur own personal greed and in shaken pride of a human who is just like everyone else in the end of this kinda tale u don't rarely see a being in which is hoovering pure and untouched but I find my gem and she sits in the dark with me every night and day.