I’m falling apart, breaking at the seams, but you’re all too busy with everything else in your life, or wait, I mean, you’re too busy with the other, more important people in your life to even care. But when you fell apart and when you needed someone there, I always was. I was never too busy, and I always made time. I guess I don’t deserve the same. I guess I just don’t compare to your the rest of your life.
And when your life falls apart again, and these other, better friends you have walk away because they always do, you will come crawling back to me like nothing changed, like I am suppose to fix you, like you didn’t hurt me over and over… and I’ll pick up the pieces of your life and waste hours listening to your pathetic problems like I always do.
One day I want someone to put me back together, just once. I want someone to care about me like I care about all of you.
I guess I should have expected this, everyone in my life always walks away anyways.
