So here I am, again,
Left to be ignored,
As if I really am disposable
As if I really haven't bent over backwards
As if you dont really want me, you've just been lonely for too long, and I've been unhappy for long enough for you to think my body looks like an empty house. You move in, fill all my spaces with your life, let your needs gnaw on my wooden frame
not caring if I collapse around you,
because I have always just been a catalyst,
A support system for every idea,
an ego boost asking for smile, for my words, for the reason I stick around, the truth is
I don't know, leaving has never really been my forte, and maybe I just like pretending things mean more than they do, like my needing, my undeniable want to be needed, transitioning into wanting to be heard too, but I can only have one.
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