I'M DONE

I'm done writing these e-mails that you never seem to read.

I'm done trying to be a friend when I always get hurt.

I'm done thinking that you may like me, when it'll never come true.

I'm done filling up my notebooks with songs about you.

I'm done crawling into my bed and crying every night.

I'm done believing that you're perfect, because I can see every flaw clearer than anyone.

I'm done.