you cant say
this is hurting you too
because i wasnt the one
who made you blue
you knew
you fucking knew
i had a friend who told me
i ranted too much just like you
but you still brought it up
you still guilt tripped me
by saying i was a horrible person
i wasnt the one who ignored my "bestie"
and i understand
but you cant get hurt
that i am mad
when you broke my heart
clearly you dont
remember all out conversations
if you think
it was just complaining
you told me you wanted to be friends
but you were stringing me along
i thought you were a good person
i was really wrong
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
Poetry(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao
