The concept of the end gets closer and closer each time it starts.
Each time, I am more alone.
More detached.
Farther away.
Each time, it hurts more.
Each time,
It breaks me more.
But they never see.
They never notice. They are distracted. So distracted.
They all say they love me so.
They all say I mean so much to them.
That they appreciate me so much.
But then they leave me, after telling me leaving me alone might be dangerous to my health.
I can't wait for the end.