People say I'm sweet and to some people I am. 

I hug them, worry about them, and try to do my best to make them feel special and better.

...In a way...it's my weakness...

I hate how I let people use me...but I let them put the wool over my eyes

I let things go as they are. Just a pebble in the raging river of life.

I don't say anything about the past bullying. I just let them jab at me.

When I did say something it did nothing, so why would I try again?

I care about people who turned there back on me before. 

Excluded from the group, rarely joined in the conversation, scarcely welcome

I'm truly and honestly tired of it and nearly everything else

As if I just worked all nighters during a school week.

I think too much but rarely do anything I think since I never had a choice.  

Yes I take care of them but they don't take care of me...

...It hurts...so I become numb, forcing myself not to care.

I truly don't even know if they even care about me anymore

So I'll pretend I don't care. Just use me if you want. I'm no stranger to it.

Just let me sleep the years of numbed pain away...

—I wrote most of this a while back and I felt like finishing it since I rarely update this book anymore. I just keep things inside now but I'll try to update more. A mosre positive one will come soon don't worry. Also do you like my new style? I'm thinking of changing it every once in a while—

-Started December 5th, 2018, Published March 22, 2019-