I don’t understand

I don’t understand how someone can just treat another like trash.

Like they don’t matter now and like they never really mattered at all.

Do they know how stupid and insignificant and small that makes a person feel?

Do they know and just ignore it?

Do they actually enjoy making someone else feel the way they would never want to feel?

It’s pretty heartless.

Is it because they got screwed over before they have to pass the bad behavior on?

What really kills me is how much the other person tries to make them happy but in return they make them feel like they’re never good enough and discard them for whatever reason they can.

If I don’t mean that much to you then I don’t mean that much to you…

But know that you meant the world to me and my heart was pure and full of hope and love and dedication… And you treated me like dirt just because you could. Made me feel like completely disposable and worthless.

Why would you do that to my heart? Why would you do that to anyone?

Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me?

You only care when someone does it to you.

You don’t care.

I have to realize that you just don’t care about me and stop thinking about only the good which was never lasting.

It felt nice to be a part of a family. To feel accepted even if it was never consistent. It felt nice to feel love and feel loved that I still cling onto those moments even if you show me no love or care or respect now and that’s sad.

Says a lot about myself.

Says a lot about you.

I could find better but I hold on to someone who doesn’t care if they ever see me again. I’m not worth your time or effort or love when you were worth it to me. I feel stupid. I feel bamboozled. I feel lied to and cheated….and i feel used.

That makes my stomach sink and my eyes full up with tears.

I’ve spent years trying…

There’s nothing more left in me


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