When lies and truth become blurred

Done

I've gave to much. I can't feel anymore. I'm shut down. I come across as Cold and dark towards you. You ask me why I've changed but my brain is to tired to form coherent sentences. I want to fade away. I want to cease to exist. I'm tired. I don't want to do this any more. It's exhausting. Life and strength have seeped out of my body. Only bitter fumes remain. I wish I was enough. I wish I knew how to work. To function. To be a human being. Or maybe it's you who are the robots. Perhaps it would explain your coldness, carelessness and lack of trying. Maybe it's not programmed into your system. Is that why you leach off others? Because you don't know how to function yourself? I'm left feeling so used. I'm left without even an answer to your disappearance. Don't I deserve that much? An explanation to my lack? Was I boring? To straitlaced, uncooperative, overall a disappointment? Doesn't matter. I'm to tired to care. I won't beg to be wanted. But here I sit lonely wondering were everyone is. I bet they're out with friends laughing and having a good time. Though they have time for so many others and to visit place after place I sit here waiting for a text. Even a reply to the one I sent three hours ago. It says you read it. It's ok not to bother I suppose. I knew I was the problem. The odd one out. But still I hoped that I had something of value. A little something worth holding onto. Guess I was wrong. Thanks for trying anyways. I'll See ya around, but you won't see me. Your eyes are to blind to see those around you. Your mouth is moving but yet your unable to properly communicate with others. You claim to hear but you haven't heard a word I said. It's exhausting trying to get even the key points across of whatever I'm trying to tell you. Yet you have the audacity to wonder why I'm so quiet. Would you even hear me if I screamed? It's not worth trying out. I'm that worn down. Does that make you happy? Though you'd have to first use the part of your brain labeled person recognition, In order to answer said question. It's ok, it's a lot of work isn't it? I wouldn't want you to overexert yourself. Your brain is to full of song lyrics and gossip, I know. Don't worry. I'm not even bothered anymore. Please forgive me if I no longer have any desire for your attention. I'm sorry for being so cold. So do yourself a favor and go back to not caring about me. I won't hold it against you. So in return please forgive me for now bidding you a good night. I'll see you around. Wether you see me or not is up to you.