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. ‘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.