People don’t appreciate you. So, you walk away.
Thinking everything would be fine, but then, they blame you. For what? For standing up for yourself.
I’m sick of being the only one who gives the most. I’m tired, so I walk away. Tell me, am I the wrong one? You would hate it too if you were in my place. If I treated you like an option.
It’s funny when you did bad things to me never once did I complain. And when I gave up on you, you keep saying I hurt you, making me the bad guy. Ha. Don’t make me laugh.
I have people who care for me as well, genuinely. It’s only right if I go to them and not you. Oh yes, memory. We have memories together. They definitely mean something to me. Who knows. And for sure, they don’t mean nothing.
I am really not the type to make enemies. May Allah guide us.














