5. Given too much

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I've given my love.
I've given my kidness.
I've given my love.

All for it to be thrown in the dirt.
I'm drained like a once wet rag.
I'm as tired as the earth.
Of being walked all over on.

I'm trying my best to keep together.
But the more steps they take equals another crack.

I'm never taken seriously.

I have to hear everyone else's story.
But I am never heard of my own.

Was it too boring for them?
Or is it me?..

I've talked too much, haven't I?
I've played for too long, haven't I?

I've masked everything over for too long.

The moment I have the courage to speak up, everything I say is no longer important to anyone anymore.

Over my deep thick cuts, all I find to cover them is band-aids.
I think I'd been in need for stitches since the date of 2.19.22...

Deep into everyone's ears are noise canceling buds.

What have I done?
Have I spoken too much about myself?

About how I felt?...

That's all I knew..

No one's ever asked me how I felt...
Maybe I felt.. To force everyone?...

Away?....

Wow...
How deep did the tiny things cut me?
How no one noticed is pretty amazing..
I love it...

I am never heard.

But when I am I never talk.
Now everyone thinks the things I complain about are nothing but the smallest things.

I don't think my problems are big.

But I think the way I explain them make it sound that way..
I just really want to have a good mental health like most people I've seen.

Or heard about.

Maybe I've been stuck trying too hard..
Maybe I should give up on it.
It really never seems to work.
No matter how hard I try.
I've always been neglected, pushed away, ignored..

I do myself the exact same way..
I will continue to feel like that.
Nothing will change.... Will it?...

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