Gone Again!

I always try to love you but you just push me away. Telling me to " get out" doesn't make me want to stay.
I have stability here, that's what I want to believe but every other day you tell me to leave.
I've packed my things and left more times than I'd care to confess , all this insecurity is causing me too much stress.
Although you may not see it, you know I'm very sick but you easily disregard that and treat me like some old trick.
Everyday I'm not really living , I just merely exist , I wonder when I gone if I'll even be missed!