These past few weeks
Have been dull, lifeless
Filled with sadness and regret.

I gave up immediately
Without realising that
I still had a chance.

Instead of making up
For what happened,
I lost hope.

I was presumptuous
And pessimistic
I let my emotions control me.

But it's too late now
I feel desolate
Inside a room of lively people.

I feel empty
I feel drained
I feel tired
I feel nothing.

I'm tired of pouring my love
To people who don't even care
I'm sick of doing everything
For people who don't appreciate it.

I started to change
Slowly, i became heartless
Not giving a **** about anything
And forgetting how to love.

People asked me why
I said that's what happens
You’ll feel empty
When you don't leave something for yourself.