It feels like you don’t care

But you know what I’ve been through.

So why this?

Why act like you care?

Say you’ll look out for me?

Protect me but

Hurt me still

I mean, I’ve forgiven you

They say you’re mean

They tell me what’s the point in loving someone who doesn’t return such feelings

They ask me every possible question there is

I… don’t know.

I fall for too many

I’ve loved and hurt

Heartbreak will kill me in the end.

Just you wait, I’ll take everything to the grave.

I’m not a contrarian, just like to defy things.

Like a rebel, I guess. More like Divergent.

But this time it’s only me. And you know what?

I have a question of my own for you.

I’ve asked you why life is time consuming. Why it’s so difficult.But you all seem to know the purpose of your lives.

So I’m going to have to ask you to answer this question with complete honesty. My question is:

What’s mine?