I am done

My hands are now washed

Washed of you and your problems

I was your well of advice

But I have run dry

It’s not like you listened to me anyway

I am vindicated of the worry you cause me

The constant wonderment your behaviour provokes

I have my own life

Can’t you see?

I no longer have the time

To be your rock

No more phone calls of comfort

Nor any hugs of forgiveness

I have given you your final scapegoat

Here’s a quarter

Call someone who cares

‘Cause I don’t anymore

I’m done