I am not appreciated, only taken for granted.
I am not entertained, only to be laugh at.
My peace is not thanked, only to be crashed.
My love is not held, only to be cut.
My care is not taken, only to be thrown.
Even the ones I've loved, never stop stabbing.
Things that are broken are not worth fixing
Too many let downs
Too many anger
Is hate the only answer?
Is the dark the only solace?
The old me is not more.
The apologize came too late.
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