Every picture of us,
the presents you gave me,

I just see the arguments and fights we got in.
You mean the world to me; really.
You say the same about me, but I'm not first in your life like you are mine.
I'm top 5, the maybe-if, after I'm done with these people-kind of person.

I'm ready to give up, turn around, walk away,
Never look back.

I'm not a dog.

I won't wait for you to get home and wag my tail like that didn't hurt.
That just because you ignore me as I sit here conveniently for you, I won't forgive you because you fed me.  Your hugs and kisses are nice, but when I'm here all alone and think of nothing but you, you're out there with your friends, people I can't hang out with, people I don't get along with.  I don't do this to you.  I separate our time together, I don't make you wait for me, watching the clock, praying for a text...

Maybe you're not worth it,
When everyone is having fun; here I am in my room, waiting.

I need to make a stand-I won't be scared of you- you hurt me, pushed me to the limit- time for yours, get ready.