Train Wreck Production

I don't see why I don't pull the curtains closed on my train wreck of a production

I don't understand why I let this go on for so long seeing people throw rotten fruit and insults to break me, my leads switching constantly because the ones before deemed me unworthy

I can't believe I let this pain in my stomach eat away at me for so long

No one would care, there are far better stories to be in, far better directors to deal with

No one really can see the pain etched in my face, the screams caught in my throat, and the pain trapped behind my eyes.

It isn't worth keeping the stage lit if the crowd doesn't show up

It isn't worth having actors quit on me from left to right

I'm not worth it

Because the pain is just too real

How could you?

How could you just walk away like that?

How could you just trample on my heart like it meant nothing to you?

I don't understand why I didn't see it sooner

I can't understand why you didn't see it sooner

How could you lie to me, telling me I meant the world when I obviously am so easily tossed aside?

How could you lie to yourself, telling yourself that what I am doesn't matter to you when it obviously did?

I don't want you to make me feel like I'm not worth anything

I can't believe that you make me feel like I'm not worth anything

How could you do this to me?

How could you?