Crying means you're weak.

I can't do this anymore.
I am laying in my bed, struggling to hold in my tears.
I don't want to cry, because that means I'm weak.
But I can't stay strong much longer.
How can you treat someone so badly, yet expect them to be nice in return?
How can you continue to give, yet no one is grateful?
Life goes on and on, and here I am, stuck in the middle.
Every step I take, I fall backwards double.
Everyone is having their own little pity party and are too selfish to look out of their bubble.
Its all about you, her, him, and her again. What about all of us in pain?
We all have our own little hell we are participating in, yet it is always about you.
Grow up, step up, and lend a hand. Its pathetic what we have all come to.