The edge

I give up
I give in.
I tried my best. I can't try anymore, I've got nothing left to give.
You were the best best-friend a girl could ask for.
Now I've found one who's sticking around.
Goodbye
Love, Tianna

And the cycle begins again

"I don't know how you feel about that..."
Yeah...neither do I.
I've gone back to my old ways. My really old ways. I don't talk, I don't think, I don't feel. I turn off
I started off as that girl who sat in the corner of her stairs and let it all go. I was that 12 year old once, but then I had to get up, wipe my tears, look after three people. I was her again, and now I have to get up, shake myself off and keep going.
I don't know how I feel, because the truth of it, I don't. I don't feel anymore.
It's not worth the pain. It's not worth the rejection. It's just not worth it.
When it's all for nothing. When there's no point in going on.
After 20 minutes of continuous CPR a paramedic can call life extinct.
After 101 days, I declare life extinct.
That life, is gone. The guaranteed best friend at all hours, the advice, the laughs, the everything. Gone, and not going to come back.
But I can't bear to accept that. So I just stop feeling instead.
I still don't think you understand. You're in my life everywhere.
On my keys, in my baking ingredients, on my door, on the roads, on my street.
I can't avoid you, wherever I go, and it's killing me.

So if you move back, I won't care.
If you talk to me, I won't care.
If you ignore me, I won't care.
Because the thing is
I CAN'T care