Heartbreak Part II

me to me

Here’s the thing; you can’t be mad at someone for leaving you’ve pushed away

(watch me)

Leave me alone

(please don’t go)

Don’t touch me

(hold me)

Don’t talk to me

(try harder)

It’s fine

(I’m not fine) 

(Come save me come save me come save me, please come get me) 

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martyrdom ain’t it

I hate crying and no matter how much I cry they just keep coming out. When will it end.

I hate you.

I don’t, but I hate you for leaving me here.

There’s no award for being a Martyr, but I keep handing out forgiveness, empathy, and encouragement like it’s my job. Like it will get me what I want. Like it will fix me.