There is..

There is a point in time at which you just want to give up. You just want to cry and cry and cry some more. You wonder what made you make the decisions that lead to this point.

I am at that point.

I do not know what I have done. I have no answers. Words won't even be shared to tell me that.

I just keep stumbling along. Tripping and scrapping my hands and knees. Those little scrathes make one large hole in the end. Too bad I don't have anything to actually use to fill that hole and make me complete again. Not that I was ever complete to start with.


All I have ever done is be there for you. I give and give. You are never there when I need you. You never tell me what is wrong. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep doing this, and yet I will keep doing this. I will continue to be there for you. I will continue to give. I will continue to hold my tongue. I will continue to try to help you only to have you throw it in my face. And then I will come back for more. That is what you do when you are obviously too damn stupid to realize that you are being used and are not loved.


Did I mention that I feel pretty much like shit right now? No? Well. I did now.