And it's not enough to tell me that you care.
When we both know that your words are empty air.
You give me nothing.

For some reason, i keep hoping you’ll tell me that you don’t want to lose me and you want to work things out. but you continue to show me how you truly feel about me, how you didn’t love me, and how you didn’t really care for me or about me. for some reason, i can’t seem to accept that as my answer and i know i need to. i just hate the fact that you didn’t love me as much as i loved you. and whether i want to admit to it or not, it hurts like hell.

I just wasn’t enough to make you stay.

You’re only keeping me around until you can find someone better.

If I were a white woman, you wouldn’t treat me the way you do.