Dear Plastic Friend,
I realize that you only care to show emotion when I'm about to end it all. You knew those clothes were too tight, suffocating me.. yet you carried on like I was faking.
Those small cuts and bruises were just child play to you. You've seen and been through worse, haven't you? Well I have too.
I'm a poor excuse of a liar, but you're a poor excuse of a friend. Someone who's only there when you're ready to give in.
Dear fake friend, I know that your only here because you don't want to feel the burden of losing someone, but I'll make you hurt and put you in my footsteps.
Follow me, do please.
