turn the washer machine off of repeating, I'm tired of the never ending cycle.
I'm tired of forgiving and letting you back in over and over and over again. I need to turn the washer machine off. I need to let you go. this is old. I need to take you to the flea market or a thrift store and someone new can find you. someone innocent can get to know you and fall for you. I just hope you treat her well. I wish you well in life.
or maybe I can change you. I can recycle you and you can be reincarnated into a brand new version of yourself. but then I've learned that it wouldn't even matter how much you change yourself for someone because we all continue to make mistakes. were all going to hurt someone unintentionally.
so don't change yourself. just forgive yourself and move on.

i want to know if its okay to keep going back to someone who keeps hurting you. not in a physical way but they way he made you feel when he couldn't even wait to stay with you. instead he got with that other girl which I now wonder why he even was talking to her if he was interested in me. how can anyone do that?  
is it okay to keep forgiving them, because to me the love out weights the bad mistakes, or should I have just forgave and moved on? because every time I forgive him, its like this never ending cycle that's tiring. he makes me feel good but then it goes wrong... and then I forgive and keep him. why do I keep doing this?
I want to know if making someone feel special for a while and then suddenly move on to something new. (that was just a phase, I was the phase)

you cannot just walk in and out of my life.
I am not a door.
I am not a robot, so do not treat me as if my feelings don't matter, because I'm human, not anything else.

when the sun goes up, that's when my tears fall down the most...

you stole me away from my own body.
you took my heart, I cant even feel anything
for many years I've wasted myself for you, you who doesn't even deserve me.

is there ever a point in even writing when there are times I feel as if no one will ever notice my words? I need to know if I'm the only one who loses motivation in the things I love when I don't get credit for it. I don't get praised for it. I'm losing hope in this. I would think I would be appreciated here because no one could hear my voice, and refuse to listen to me. I am silenced by everyone. is there even a point..?

In shadows cast by whispered words, I tread,  
A daughter bound by chains she never chose,  
In her embrace, a chill of ice instead,  
Love, once a garden, now a field of woes.  

Her laughter echoes, sharp like winter’s bite,  
Each smile a dagger, piercing through the day,  
I long to hold her hand, to find a light,  
Yet every word exchanged just pulls away.  

I wish for skies to clear, for hearts to mend,  
To bridge this chasm carved by fear and doubt,  
Oh, how I wish for time, a faithful friend,  
To guide us both towards a kinder route.  

But here, I stand, a dreamer in the storm,  
Hoping one day we can transform this norm.