Few Thoughts

Your words of punishment, lather alphabet by alphabet crushing me.

And so you have love for me? Ha. Mockery.

Since there's nothing left in me, why would you stay now. I’m no longer useful or valuable. So, you are free.

For six years, I gave you every bit of love, patience, and loyalty. I begged for effort, I pleaded for respect, and I waited for the bare minimum. And what did I get in return? Gaslighting, blame, excuses, and being treated like a burden.

You call me crazy for reacting, but you don’t acknowledge that it’s YOUR distance, YOUR lack of care, and YOUR constant avoidance that created this mess in the first place. I spent years trying to make you see my worth while you threw me scraps of attention whenever it suited you. I was your pen pal, not your priority.

You tell me I can’t communicate? I communicated every single day, begging for basic respect. You’re the one who doesn’t comprehend shit.

- You ignored me on purpose just to make me chase you.

- You played mind games—blocking, unblocking, disappearing

- You insulted me constantly—calling me names, degrading me, making me feel like I was worthless.

- You shut your phone off just to avoid me instead of communicating like a grown man.

- You never stepped up—six years, and I still had to beg you to meet me like a stranger.

- Others, your friends were always your priority, but me? I was nothing. I wasn’t even an afterthought. They got your time, your presence, your energy—but I got silence, no efforts, no care.

When I was hurting, when I was crying, when I needed you the most—you ignored me, mocked me, cussed me, and left me alone. But when YOU needed someone? I was there. You expected me to drop everything and be there. You never wanted me. You just wanted control.

And let’s be real—you NEVER loved me. Because if you did, you would’ve done something about it by now. Love isn’t words. Love is action. And your actions? They screamed that I meant NOTHING to you.