Tired

All I've done is care for others when they don't care back.
I listen to their problems
I give them advice
But when will it be my turn?


When will it be my turn
To be listened to.
To cry my heart out
And not be judged.


I'm not that strong girl that everyone thinks I am
I'm not as scary as you think
I have feelings too
And someone always tends to hurt them every day


You don't realize
The way you talk
The tone in your voice
And they way you put it can hurt me so much


Even if your joking
Just for laughs.
That just makes it hurt
A thousand times worse.


So stop it
Or I wont be there
When you need it
Just like you were with me.





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