I wish you’d stop acting like this. I wish you’d stop breaking my heart and making me feel like the last thing left in this world I had to hold on to is slipping away. I wish that there was some way for me to get through to you, to make you see that you’re breaking my heart and destroying my spirit.
But you know, even if there were ways to accomplish these things… you still wouldn’t listen. You pick up things about me that even I miss, yet the most obvious emotions and damages you’re causing to me you rationalize away to remove the responsibility from your own damned shoulders. And while I love you so much, and dreamed so much for us, I can’t live with the knowledge that it doesn’t matter.
I don’t matter to you. And you may never understand what you’ve destroyed because of it.
The Last Song I’m Wasting on You
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I’m feeling the same (and lots of us are) but it isn’t wasted-maybe just wasted on this individual.