it’s ironic i suppose; the idea that maybe you ever cared enough to take a second to think about how i was doing.
but you’re too consumed in your own made up reality underneath the intoxication and drugs to notice.

and maybe if you had taken that one second when you still talked to me to try and see through the façade i had, you would have noticed the mask.
in one second, you could have seen the faded sparkle in my eyes or force in my smile.

or the way that i said i was fine through my teeth.

i tried to be there for you as often as you’d let me, but how was i to know that you never truly cared?
that outside of direct contact, i don’t deserve the time of day from you.
or at least a response.

i didn’t mean to waste your time.

but i’m done letting you waste mine.
enjoy the world you’ve created for yourself. and whoever you actually take the time to put into it.
i was too broken to exist in my own, but not good enough to be acknowledged in yours.
that’s fine; i’ve re-created what i want and who i am.

and it doesn’t include you.