Give up me I give up on you. After some time...

This is going to be about someone. I'm done with you. You keep saying you are just gonna give up on me. While I've and am still trying to keep us together. I'm sorry that people like me more than you. They make me a better person, as well as I can tell to them. I can feel like a person. A real person. A real, seen person. Trying to keep up with you and keep us together is making and has made my mental health worse. It's making everything worse. You dont love me anymore. That's it. You dont want me anymore. You have hinted at it and expressed it. You choose everyone over me. And all because I hangout with someone more than you. LISTEN TO THE REST! My parents banned me form seeing or talking to you because the things you do. I didnt choose that. I didnt want that. So I talked to someone else and still made efforts to talk to you, when I shouldnt have. I was going against what I was told. Going against my gut for you. But it doesn't matter. Just give up on me. Cause I'm about to meet you there.

(Something might be misspelled. Or how I said doesnt make sense I apologize.)