For you

A kind of edited poem of mine. 

I sit at the end of the road

Waiting for you

You don’t even come

I sit at your funeral

Crying my eyes out for you

You don’t even notice

I helped you during school

You don’t even say thanks

I was there for you

And yet you don’t give a damn

I listened

While you were breaking me, down

I fake a smile

You actually believed it

I cry

You don’t even give me a hug

I break down

The truth is obvious

You were never really there.