I’m ruining myself.
Caring for you is ruining me.
I anticipate your needs and try my best to meet them.
It goes unnoticed.
You brush me aside and treat me like trash and ruin me in doing so.
I can’t say it’s your fault,
I’m doing this to myself,
I could walk away and make all the hurt stop right now.
But with that comes a whole new kind of hurt.
You are what makes me wake up everyday and what I think about before I sleep every night,
While I don’t even cross your mind.
That’s fine though,
You’re occupied with things.
People.
Women.
I’m just not one of them.
I’m you last resort who you call when no one else is free.
I’ll always answer.
You know I’ll always answer.
You know how tied to you I am and you take advantage of it.
The last bit of self respect I have is ruined for you everyday.
I need you to survive and you need me to pass the time.
I’m ruined now and it’s because of you.
