Day 223

Why am I not surprised?
Why should any disapointed really matter?
I was right in my thinking, no matter how negative it seems.
It's always something else, someone else, somewhere else.
You validate my thinking. It makes sense to me now.
No matter how hard I try and forget the past hurts, they come up again with one word that you say.
How can you expect me to deal?
My hearts on a string and you pull it when you want to but most of the time, you let it go slack.
And then, you try to guilt me if I don't keep it there for you.
I'm sorry, but I won't always be here.
Fuck you.