To the unnamed person this is intended for.
Because as angry and hurt as I am by your words and actions,
I am mature enough (and intelligent enough)
not to blast you publically
And also because it has been made clear that I can no longer speak with you...

Once you've hurt my heart, I don't give you a chance to re-enter.

I'll be formal, nice. But we will never be close again. 3 relationships in my life, have pushed passed the heart wrenching pain. 2 of such however have never since been the same. 

The walls of brick stack high. Trust is given freely until you attack the delicate fortress I have built.

When trust is violated, forgiveness is offered...extended, but our friendship is thoroughly demolished and must be reconstructed from scratch. 

This job takes time, energy of which some don't have the stamina. 

So se la vi, you know where I'll be. 

If you need something you can still call on me 

but don't expect a phone call from me anytime soon, if ever again. 

The unfortunate aspect of me is I give without expectation. The only thing I ask for is your honesty and trustworthiness. The more people hurt me, the more difficult it becomes for me to let outsiders in.

So when you see me doing too much, its because my heart craves to help the world. but when you see me doing too much; it's because I have learned not to ask for help. The people that truly care, love and concern, are there when I need them. Always.

The other end of that is I have discovered my own flaws. I am not perfect, trust me I am fully aware of my capacities and lack thereof. But I know right from wrong, and I know I can and would do just about anything for anybody. So when you critique me, yeah, it's personnel. Call me "sensitive" as you will. But me is me. Take it or leave it. 

I can take a hint, 

You want me out. I'm out. 

Shame on me for trying to care right?
I mean what was I thinking wanting to help?
You lashed out at me with every verbal dagger you could find. I bled out
....in my thoughts, despair, words. I tried reason but realized that sometimes you don't cast pearls before swine.
So if its slop you want...eat up. Just don't blame me when you find yourself in the slaughter house.