No matter how many times I ask, it will never happen.
No matter how many times I cry, it won't mean anything to anyone.
No matter how much I do, it will never be enough.
No matter how much I beg, no one will ever listen.
No matter how defeated I am, I'm forced to do more.
No matter what I give to this relationship, it will always be in vain.
No matter how lonely I feel, you'll still have something better to do than be here.
No matter how tired I am, I still have to do it because asking you will start a fight, you won't do it anyway.
No matter how many times I say these words to you, you'll turn them against me and say I'm starting an argument.
No matter what I contribute to this house, you'll say I don't do enough, you do more.
No matter how close I get to my breaking point, I have to pull myself together because if I don't do it no one will.
No matter what I say it won't change a thing. Nothing will ever change.
If it doesn't benefit you or you don't want to do it, it falls on me.
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