I’ll probably be back

I'm pretty sick of this parasitic symbiosis,

I've host this far too long and it's wrong.

Wrong to let you leech me. Reach me,

Help me for once, as a friend, out of love.

I'm down, and I've been down for a while.

Whilst you sit and stare and wait for me,

To be ready to serve, whatever you want, 

On a plate, for free. Whilst I pay emotionally.

The emotional fee. Like you would know.

No! You're a robot unless it's about you.

You make out that you offer me so much,

But doing your work just isn't my bag.

So why am I carrying it? Again and again?

You depend and I live in the deep end,

Drowning in my pain and loss, I Cried,

For yours, tried to offer my help to closed doors.

Well I'm done.