If you've given up on me

I will try hard to get over it. It hurts to feel this way. Neglected but it's all the same. If you don't care, like you've truly stopped making an effort, then you'll see why I'm not forcing you to anymore. It's unbearable to think of all the promises that were made and shattered in the same era of time. Why couldn't you have waited until I was able to walk on my own. I still need your hand to hold, but I'll stumbled and fall before I take the time to know it all. I never will understand why you tease me so. My heart breaks and the bruises that are left ache more now then ever. I've forgiven you. I've almost forgotten you. But I have not nor will I ever stop believing in myself. You may give up on me, but I've got a feeling inside that this moment won't last any longer and the time it's taken up will just be a moment I never will remember. Only because by then, I'll have enough faith in my heart to know, that I won't need your help anymore. I'm not ashamed for you, nor myself. I haven't understood why, yet. But maybe someday God might answer.