I’ve never been so tired of caring.
I’m exhausted from doing it one-sided.
I loved the way you looked at others—
but never once did you look at me like that.
Call me trash if you want,
but you’re the one who kept throwing junk at me.
So what did you expect?
I’m not leaving you.
I’m leaving the person
who couldn’t lift a finger for me,
who couldn’t be brave for me.
I’m leaving with a sad heart,
but with no regrets.
I’m proud of myself for choosing me.
And strangely,
I’m proud of you for choosing you.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 6:14 AM UTC
I’ve never been so tired of caring.
I’m exhausted from doing it one-sided.
I loved the way you looked at others—
but never once did you look at me like that.
Call me trash if you want,
but you’re the one who kept throwing junk at me.
So what did you expect?
I’m not leaving you.
I’m leaving the person
who couldn’t lift a finger for me,
who couldn’t be brave for me.
I’m leaving with a sad heart,
but with no regrets.
I’m proud of myself for choosing me.
And strangely,
I’m proud of you for choosing you.