Bria's blog: "stuff"

Everybody has their limits Of what they can take,

 When they know they are finished,

Their heart begins to break,

Sometimes things just become too much to Bare,

And people get tired of begging for someone to just be there,

My heart is hurting cause I foolishely fell for you

When I told myself that's not the pain I wanna go through,

And when I finally had enough and want to walk away,

You tell me that you don't want me to and ask me to stay,

What am I staying for? Why waste my time,

Stealing someone's youth should be a crime

you have me in front of you silently screaming,

to show me the attention I've been needing,

but you always have other things to do,

stuff that could've been done when I'm not with you,

youre in front of my face but still not here,

A ghost I often feel haunted by and fear,

your body is present but your mind is not,

like when showing emotions to each other is forgot,

Oblivious to the neglect I feel,

Because you have me hooked on a reel,

You lured me in with the perfect bait,

Then cast me back out like I didn't make the weight,

I'm tired of waiting when for I'm convenient to you,

but there's always something else that you would rather do,

Why am I not enough, why can't I get your attention,

and when I do it's filled with resentment,

Do I really have to beg? Do I have to leave?

I'm tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve,

crying tears of anger, loneliness and regret,

that I once again fell for someones bullshit,

I'm not a toy you play with, then put away when your done,

I'm suppose to be your sidekick, your friend, your number one,

Tell me what to do bc I don't know anymore,

And I already have one foot in, and one out the door.