I’m done letting people ruin my life as I stand there and watch them.
I’m done making them smile as I sit alone and cry.
I’m doing torturing myself so I can please them.
I’m done denying myself the right to live so I can make them happy.
I’m done trying to be everything they want me to be when it’s everything I’m not.
I’m done thinking that no one will accept who I really am. I’m bursting the bubble they let me live in. I’m breaking up with their ideas, their opinions, and their judgments.
I’m done being the hanger they dangle their issues on. I’m done taking the blame for the things I didn’t do.
I’m done apologizing when I’m not wrong. I’m done biting my tongue when I have something to say.
I’m done trying to be the bigger person with people who always make me feel small.
I’m done trying to be the best to those who don’t think I’m good enough.
I’m done living in fear; fear of losing people, fear of asking for the things I deserve and fear of being condemned for doing things that bring me joy.
I’m not asking for fights. I’m not trying to start a war. I just want to be myself. I just want to find my happiness. I just want to find love and it’s impossible to find anything when you’re living with people who constantly make you question yourself. People who can’t love you to help you love yourself.
I’m done letting people stop me from loving myself.
I’m done trying to change people. I’m done trying to fix everything they broke.
I just want to be happy and sometimes it feels like certain people make that hard. They find faults in your accomplishments. They cause drama when you’re celebrating something you’re proud of. They try to make you cry when you’re having a blast. They’re too selfish to let you enjoy your happiness when they’re not part of it.
I’m done trying to find heaven in the arms of those who make my life a living hell.
I’m done trying to fix myself with people who bring out the worst in me.
I’m done giving too many chances to people who keep hurting me.