Why do I have to suck up any remaining courage in my bones to go see the person who smashed my soul into oblivion?
She made the decision to cut me from her life…and call me a bad friend, when all that time she was calling me her soul sister…bad friend? Really?
She doesn’t have any one to talk to huh? Well tough shit, that’s her own damn doing.
I tried reaching out to her, texting her, leaving her letters…I cannot grovel anymore.
She sparked something in my life that healed many years of lonliness, bad friends, and desperate cries.
Then…just like that…gone.
She killed every happy thought inside me.
She shattered my soul into splintered pieces.
She broke my heart worse than any relationship I’ve ever had.
She fucked me up really bad.
So I’m the broken one…and I have to put on a smile to rescue you?
What the hell is wrong with me to be attracting people who like to kill my spirit?
Why am I being used and kicked to the curb like trash?
Why must your evil heart burn my kind heart?
Why is it so hard to find a real fucking friend who will treat me the way I should be treated?
I deserve a best friend.
So…why do I feel like a disease?