In the end, no one really cares for me.
Enough to know I’m struggling and uncomfortable.
No one knows me that way, because people don’t look at me like they say. When they say hurtful words, and do wrong things on accident, they’d say they’re sorry. But none of that should have happened if they’d thought of me more.
I’m always kept in silence.
And no one joins me.
Just be you and be happy that you’re unique. In the end they’ll regret not caring you…
Keep someone fix and limited upto you…You have to decide which one to be prioritised which one is just for filling the space…Master this and everything will be fine.