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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