I am not sure how much more I can give. Giving, and giving, and giving some more. Its never enough, I know it will never be enough. No matter the amount of effort put forth, I am only working towards some degree of failure.
Apparently I don't deserve any answers, because I'm not getting any. So suck it up, and drive on. But I'm lost, without a map or a sense of direction.
These bad thoughts that I had behind me have crept up again. And I am sick of this artificial comfort. Just leave me alone. I know you don't understand.
I'm getting tired of this ride, and I'll be happy when its over.
I wish she would just talk to me, instead the silence is killing me.
With every favor, with every thought, with every care, with every word.
I just get slapped and stabbed, and kicked, and spit on.
So enough is enough.
I'm through with this game. You can keep what I've given, yes, even the blood and the tears. And I'll keep pretending that this wasn't a waste of time.
Thanks for making me hate myself.
Have a good life.
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