I've given up on promises and I love you's. I would say that every syllable stabs me in the heart, a knife in my back. But how can I say that when you hurt me without speaking. Don't tell me you love me if your actions speak otherwise. Every step you take is a walk away from me, every step you don't take is also the same. You like to tell me I'm overreacting, that I expect too much and maybe, okay I know I do. But if you love someone you do things to show them you care. You don't toss them aside for hours knowing they aren't feeling well and never check up on them. For god sake, we were in the same fucking house it wouldn't kill you to come up for 2 minutes or even just 1. 4 hours alone. How easy it is to unlove yourself when someone else helps you










