Late night

It's dark and late, one of the many recent nights when I can't sleep.
I would write to you, but I know it's over. Maybe it's been over for a while and I refused to see it,like I didn't want to see the real you.
I thought you were much different, closer to what I needed. Instead I see you are just like the rest:selfish and sarcastic.
There is no trust left, so no point in trying to continue.
I got tired of being the one who tries to keep it alive, to be supportive and I find no reciprocity.
I won't waste my time trying to convince you of the real stuff, you may find it one day alone.
It will hurt at the beginning, being dissapointed, one more failure...
After all it's useless to stay where you are not valued.