my little parts

Care too much

for those who care too much;
those who car unconditionally;
those who care without remorse;
those who care regardless of anything;
you are appreciated.
it doesn't always seem like. sometimes? it feels like everything you do is just for your own amusement.
constantly you feel used and broken.
you wish with all your beaten heart that you couldn't care less about these people who hurt you and abandon you but you just fucking can't. you hold on.
why do you hold on? you hold on without thanks. you hold on without gratitude only to be thrown under the bus once more.
those people?
aren't.
fucking.
worth.
it.
please do not waste another breath on people who use you because you're only teaching them it's okay to do it again.
and it's not okay to do in the first place.