used up

I’m tired of being used. Slash, I hate “user –friendly” people. How thick can they get? They would use you up until you can no longer help them, then they throw you aside. They don’t exist when you need them yet, you are always there when they need you. Too thick – skinned. Too thick – skinned to be understood.

They happen to be anywhere. They are the ones who contact you when they need someone to listen to them. You listen while they rant, while they laugh, while they cry. They are the ones who remember your name when you have the things they need, when you have something they can make use of. You lend them because you feel important, but in reality, you are not. You’re just accessible for them. Sadly, sometimes they are even the ones you consider friends. You treat them right, listen to their worries, comfort them, defend them, help them. You get nothing in return. It’s like you’re just the floor on which they stood. You carry them, but they just step on you. But you continue to be there – stepped on, messed up, and pushed down.

At some point, you might be one of them; I might be one of them. We just refuse to admit that we are like them.

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