I realise that my heart is a lot more open than some others.
Trust me when I say that this is a fact, and what a painful realisation it is.
I can be at the lowest point, in my own personal hell, but I will still make time for other people.
Which, has seemingly, turned me into somewhat of a doormat.
I am walked all over and I am told that what I do is not good enough, and I don’t need to have that sort of negativity, when the voices are screaming the same damn thing at me every day.
So please spare me the bullshit, I have my own and no one else’s have to matter to me anymore.