Rant

Fuck lip service
Fuck idle promises
Fuck waiting for the return on what I’ve invested.
Fuck my mental illness
Fuck the pain I have
Fuck asking
Fuck ranting
Fuck believing the things I thought I’d built meant half as much to anyone as they did to me.
Fuck waiting for help that will never come
Fuck being kind
Fuck doing the right thing
Fuck compassion for/from others
Fuck being a non priority of convenience
Fuck expectation
Fuck this hollow place I’m at.
Fuck the fact I know if I go quiet nothing will get noticed
Fuck fighting to be valued
Fuck being ignored till ‘needed’
Fuck my cheerleading, helpful, stupid useless way in this world, it will never matter much.
Fuck them
Fuck me