Plethora [Of Poetry]

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You know how much it hurts to see you like this
How many times I've tried to help you
How many times I compliment you
But you take it for granted, don't you?

Like, really "I care"
"no you don't"
Like, please "just stop"
"no I won't"

The years I've wasted on you and others
Those self-loathing and disgusting, horrible creatures
"I want to help"
"no you don't"
"trust me please"
"no I won't"

Days and weeks and months go by
You're emptying my heart dry
Squeezing what self-control I have left
Leaving me dead and you still say it's "not enough"

I get that you were hurt
I know what you feel
Maybe I don't
But I'm trying to -- chill
It hurts me to write this too
I'm yelling and screaming
At the friend I thought was you.

[im sick and tired of this bullshit]