Stop!
Just stop, okay?
I'm so tired of all this shit.
You were so stuck in your own world that you never thought about me.
You never asked me how I was, how I was handling things.
You saw me break more and more each day and you did nothing.
And I wanted to help you. I really did. But you, don't want to help you, and I'm so tired of trying to save someone who doesn't wanna be saved.
I'm tired. Okay?
So I'm done.
I'm sorry, but I really did try.
And now I'm done.
We're through.
I can't do this anymore.
Love isn't supposed to feel like this.
Love is a good thing.
Love is hope.
But loving you has only brought me misery and darkness.
So I'm done.
I'm sorry, but I'm done.
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Poetry"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
