Hopeless

This one I wrote a few days ago. This touches on my feelings about how sometimes, being nice doesn't get you anywhere.

Hopeless

 

What makes a person great?

What makes a person any different?

What makes a person better?

 

Their Actions?

Their Words?

Their Opinions?

 

Care?

Concern?

Heart?

 

Pushing forward and forward

Helping and caring, like a lost saint

 

Getting nothing in return

But Mockery and Neglection

 

Being Spat on, pushed aside

And thrown out like trash on a cold morning

 

Why is it that a person so good keeps enduring this?

Because they are so good?

Caring?

Nice?

 

well, what if they just, stopped.

What if they just finally had enough of the unfair treatment.

 

Throughout their life they've been there for other and has made others happy in some way shape or form, but got pushed away and treated like s**t in the end.

 

So I ask again, why should I press on?

Whats it all for?

To show I'm better then other people?

I think I've done that

 

I'm tired of being spat on and ran aside like trash.

 

I'm closed off

I'm alone

I'm done.