More?

The truth hit home.
Stark and stone cold.
It weighs heavy in my heart.
And brings tears to my eyes.

How many more do I need to suffer?
How many more do I want to put myself through?
How many more can I endure?
Don't I deserve better?
Than to be discarded to the side
Like scrap
Not worthy of even to be heeded.

I must be insane.
To put myself through it
again and again.