The Drabbles of a Young Mind

Done.

I'm done hating you

I'm done being upset

All in all,

Right now

I just feel sorry for you.

You're broken

You're hurt

I tried to save you,

And for what?

To get it all thrown back in my face?

I never expected you to love me

I never expected you to care

But my god

Would it have killed you to be grateful?