Bitter and Afraid

Two years ago someone told me.

Someone encouraged me. 

She told me to quit. She told me to stop trying to fix people because I kept hurting myself in the end. 

She told me to start being happy and to be myself.

To stop hating people.

Or else I’d turn out like her.

Alone, Bitter, and Afraid to love again.

I think I’ve finally hit that point.

I’m sorry.

Just, feel so alone.

I’m sick of having people walk all over me.

Treating me like shit. Disrespecting me. 

Like I’m dirt on the ground, not worth anything at all.

I remembered why I decided to take a break a few months ago.

From all the immature people, the stress from a game, and the nights spent uselessly going nowhere.

No, don’t throw me a pity party. I think I just need to quit.

But, hey I’m already at the Bitter and afraid to love again point.

So fuck it.

Keep on trampling on me. Maybe I’ll become sediment and be forgotten about.

-Moonlite