You point your finger.
You’re always the victim.
I just asked you what I did to deserve being alone for weeks on end.
I just said I feel like I’m not good enough to people
I can’t win can I?
This fucking circle.
I want to know what I’ve done wrong
But there’s no answer except
I hate talking to you.
My time is too important to spend on you.
But I don’t understand
And no matter how much I beg they just turn around
Point that fucking finger
Stop playing the victim.
And then walk away.
If I pretend everything is okay I exist alone and no one wants me.
If I express how lonely I am I’m playing the victim and deserve to be alone.
Being alone kills me as each day ticks past and nothing works and I tried everything
And I’m out of fucking ideas.
I can’t win this game.
I can’t win.
There’s no forward from here no one will tell me what I did and there’s no one to talk to.
So why did I wake up?
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