I'm fed up. I'm angry and pissed. I'm hurt and broken. I'm done. I'm done letting people in and getting left and abandoned. I'm tired of caring and giving, then receiving no help when you need it. They don't try to learn what's wrong. They just assume the rings under your eyes and powder on your wrist is nothing. You crack under the pressure of the world you've held up so long and they aren't there. Only messages on a phone in hope of righting a wrong. Actions speak louder than a damn texts. It's just an endless cycle. You give, they take, they leave, you give again. I'm sick of being used and so tired of being hurt. They don't even know you're hurt by their words, and sometimes it seems they don't care if they do. So I'm shoving them out. I'm not hurting myself any longer. The only place I'm not used is a home of slits and silence. I'm going home.
