It's always you.
Your feelings,
Your heart,
Your mind.

Not me,
Or my sanity,
Or my peace.
Never me.

Always your happiness,
And your pains,
And you telling me
About how I'm wrong again.

And it's always you
That's right,
That's on the chopping block,
Not me.

It's never me,
That's hurting,
That's crying
While you're talking
About yourself,
Your needs,
On the other side.

It's never about me.

If it isn't popular, if it doesn't speak from some
Religious text, many men will ignore it.
There is nothing worse than not being Christian or being gay,
I'm hated, I'm ridiculed, I'm forgotten, I have no friends.
All the world knows this is the same at all ends.
If you aren't Christian, they act like you have AIDS.
In secret they avoid you. Some Christians are the worst haters,
They always point out how "sinners" are supposedly haters,
It does say in the Bible to avoid those who are non
Believers when it comes to being close friends or on
Any level other than business. I can see how Christianity
Breeds hatred if you must witch hunt others in the process.

You have time to change your profile picture, but not to read my messages... You find time to be with them and do this and that, but where am I at in the picture? Could you even point me out? You've spoken love to me as if it were something that could be, something that could eventually... but when? When will I become a priority? And why is it that the thought of you more and more often just makes me want to cry? I'm tired of hiding, tired of this mirage, it's been a facade all along hasn't it?! Cause this is how you get attention. This is how, you've always gotten along, to obtain what you wanted. Yet, If I'm to confront you over the situation, and how you make me feel, then I'm the one in the wrong. *******, I'm so done. If anyone deserves to bring this energy out of me, they could at least bear witness to the spectacle... lest the show be all for naught and I'm left rotting inside, like the fermented fruit on the ground. There's nothing worse than being ignored. To be gored by your words would be preferable to the silent cold I've been enduring since you decided I wasn't ******* worth it. Well I know my worth God ******* ******, and I won't sell for less than the time it takes to change your god forsaken profile picture.

I was there.
Every time you need me, I was there.
When your world seems to fall down, I was there.
When you need a shoulder to cry on, I was there.
When you lost your sense of control, I was there.
When you got nothing left to do, I was there.

I was always there for you.
But just like Thinkerbell who always with Peter pan,
Still, he chose Wendy.

And you chose her.

Like the hands I allowed my cat to scratch
and my unvacuumed floor and unwashed bed sheets,
And the ability to go outside and improve myself
I took you for granted.

When people ignore me
I think they're making the biggest mistake of their life
Conceited sounding at first
But to quench some thirsts
You have to fill in the gap that most can never fill
I'm one of those for sure
I can count on it
You can count to the numbers given by humanity
But i want to go into infinity
Never ending paths
Never ending chances
Nothing will ever be the same
And i think that's great
You are a meeting and i never want to be late

I replaced you with my dad, yeah that might sound weird but he is one to listen. i talked to you as if you were my therapist but actually it was more than that. I opened up to you. I shared all my darkest thoughts and darkest moments. I know at times you were not a good listener but when i asked, you always would. here I am today, I feel like i've been talking to deaf ears for years. so now i'm just blank, i'm quiet, I just keep things to myself.  I never used to be this way, I was the loudest kid in the room. I was always the nicest too. one thing that hasnt changed is, my pain.  it still remains and it burdens me every step along the way. I ignore it like the hatchet in my side, sometimes it hurts, sometimes i bleed, sometimes i dont notice it. but its there. it hovers me like my own shadow, and it becomes overwhelming to breathe.
I'm a sensitive, passionate person. and my heart leaks when i need to speak. I share my thoughts with my dad, and sometimes it makes him sad. I go on for hours, its the only way to get the heartache out. I have issues, I have problems. but I have a past, and i've stopped running from all of it, I'm open into talking about it. I just wish someone would listen.