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9/30/19

i'm tired of repeating myself

Pick me. Pick me. Pick me. Pick me. Pick me.
I am screaming at you in my head. I am begging you. Look into my eyes. I can't say the words out loud but please hear me. 
Please pick me for once.
Don't make me feel like an idiot again. Don't make me feel stupid for picking you every time. Please, don't fucking do it.
How can you keep ripping me apart? Is this fun for you? Is it a game? Do you even notice?
Do you even fucking notice?
It is not fair that I trust you, that I put so much time and effort into you, into us. It is not fair that I am constantly fighting for you to even remember I am here. It is not fair that you keep walking all over me and I have no choice but to let you because I don't know how to do anything different. 
Why do you give everyone else your time? Why do I have to crawl on my knees until they are bruised and bloody and I can't even stand anymore before you even glance in my direction?
I don't want to be the victim. I don't want to always be this person because I know I am a fucking good friend and I have a huge heart with a lot of love to give.
Please. For once. Pick me.