When your kicked down so many times, you would think that that’s where you would stay. But no, you keep getting up, only to be kicked down again and again. â€˜I’m sorry’ doesn’t seem to mean anything anymore, does it? Don’t try to help- you’ll just be shut out, again. Pour out your heart, and they’ll break it. Call for help and they’ll leave you helpless. If you want to cry- go ahead, It doesn’t mean anything to them anymore! And you think that if you leave like that, tearstained and broken, you think that they will atleast say something- anything. But no, they don’t. Better get out while you can- don’t bother expecting something. Not even a last word, even a word out of spite or regret- no. Your blood means nothing, they don’t owe you anything, even after you gave so much. That doesn’t stop you from wishing. I want you know that I still love you anyways. And things aren’t the same as yesterday, I know. They were never the same, were they? Next time, I just hope you say goodbye.