You, always, showed me that you were in pain.
You, always,
showed me that your mind fell into decline, and you needed help.
You poured out
your heart to me, you acted as if you really needed me, and you made me trust
in you, you made me worry about you, if you were alright, if something happened
to you.
Whereas
You, always, hid the truth.
You, always, did things at your
convenience.
You made fun of my feeling for you, you laughed at my heartfelt
statements for you. You, trampled on my very sincere affection for you. You,
stamped on my feeling of caring for you.
You all thought that I was such an
idiot.
yeah, you did a good job.
The role-player in the tragedy,
You think that only you have such
depressed plight? You think that you are the only one who is suffering? You
think that only you are feeling empty, spending self-hatred, only you have to
bear?
“It’s me to be that way. People stand me or walk away” you
said.
Well then,
moan whatever you want, groan whenever you need.
Pardon me, I shall take no interest.
It’s far beyond my concern.
My bad :)
