Unsent letter

I couldn't even depend on you when you disregardes my emotions, when they were so clearly shown. You only seemed to get the point across when I yelled I couldn't talk with you. You couldn't get the basics. But you listened to those around you. Thinking you knew everything thinking you knew better. Did you really get what was going on. The feeling of constantly feeling as if you weren't trying enough. Always answering with "It's fine , it doesn't matter, don't worry about it". All the lies all the stories. We're your feelings even real or was that all a lie. I have enough, why did I even open my self up knowing pain was written along the walls. But I still stood beside you but your eyes only could see nothing. Others to you seems like gold to your greed, always wanting more but never happy with what you had Infront of you. The sly insults and speaking behind my back I heard it all but there is still a knife in my chest knowing your feelings were never there. But never again. I'm done. Placing a chain around the gates and letting the Vines grow one again. So dot they were to answer me now it's to late for that anyway. Only my silence remains for you now so you can take that outreached hand and disappear with the ashes I once stood.