I’m so sick and tired.

I’m ready to cry myself to sleep.

Again.

Just another day.

Just another way.

You can just say.

You’re through.

I’ll only post the appropriate ones.

For your sake.

Would you have the guts?

I know I wouldn’t.

But that’s just how I was made.

I’m like a robot.

Lifeless,

Loveless,

Careless,

Wishing you where here to help me shed my tears.

She said “You don’t want to do that, you don’t want to be put on the spot.”

Why bother?

I already am.

Why do you care?

Or do you?

I wish I could sew my lips together to keep these words from coming out.

For the good and the bad.

What am I saying?

It’s all bad.

Just like you.

Here’s a tear

For your fear.

Now take care of yourself.

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