Don’t you hate it

when you think that you don't matter enough,

that you could be pushed aside so easily.

when you depend too much on other people,

that you can't stand the thought of living without them

but when the tables turn, they could live without you,

no doubt.

when you cry my self to sleep almost every night

because you can't stand the pain you've bottled inside

scared to lift your expectations higher

Even though you know it won't change

We believe, anyway.

And we know there's a way to stop this

but we can't because we're afraid of how it would turn out.

Scared, that in the end, it'll return to

how it was before.

Cold. Lonely. Alone.

How long will you allow this to happen?