I don't need to answer.
I don't owe you an answer.

I don't need to send you anything.

Since I'm the one always initiating, I'm not going to.

I'm spent. 

Tried and nothing left to give anymore.

Too many times have I been extremely generous and nice.

Too eager to be in close proximity with people I deemed interesting and cool.

Been ripped to shreds, abused, beat up, worn out, chewed up, and spit out.

Begged to assist, I caved in and reimbursed with nothing.

I only wanted something simple.

Some company, somebody to ask me how I was doing and be heard.

Somebody to know why I am and why I see what I see.

Do people really want to pick at my brain?

Probably not.

If they did, they would've tried harder and actually listened to all I had to say.

04-2013