worthless.
worthless. that’s exactly how she makes me feel.
i have never let her down. no matter how many times she fucks up.
when her world is dismal and gray,
i shove at the clouds, begging the sun to come and play.
even when the clouds were put there by her.
i’ve held her hand on her way to another lover,
i’ve helped her solve the puzzle of friend ment to replace me.
i’ve let her sleep, when the world has tired her out,
and she uses me for rest to then leave me.
yet, she still wants more.
yearns for it, demands it, requires it.
and when i’m stretched too thin, she disregards me.
obviously my purpose has been served and she no longer needs to bother.
i’ve given her all of me, more than i have ever given before.
but she wants more, more, more, more.
well, there is no more.
the wells have run dry, the crops have run amuck.
what more do you want from me? my fucking life?
this is where i call it quits, i can’t, i can’t do this anymore.
i used to be a shining star and now i can barely spark.
you’ve done this to me.
you’ve made me into a woman that can only think
of the cruelty that others are capable of.
that’s the part i feel most pathetic about.
you are a child and i am a woman, and yet you still managed to
manipulate what heart i have left.
you know all those stupid surveys?
the ones that ask about regrets?
i can finally change my answer, i have ONE regret.
YOU.