You said it would get better

I told you I was scared and upset, that I didn’t think I’d be able to do this. I told you about my plans, chewing my lip, knowing you really didn’t care. I told you that too – you got mad, and said that you did. I don’t know how many times I asked you for advice, or for help. You said you’d be here for me, no matter what. But I realized you never were there for me.

I don’t know why I still stick around. You told me you knew. I asked you if things got better, if I even deserved to be happy. You promised me they would, and that I did deserve happiness. That was four months ago.