Too Bad I Can't Tell You
i wouldn't be surprised if you ditched me and everyone else who actually gives a fuck just because you want to pretend you aren't alive.
have you already betrayed me completely? have you befriended the destroyer?
life isn't so hard as you make it out to be.
if you want to play the victim, cry to someone else.
maybe if you actually tried i would take pity on you, but for now, i only feel disgust when i see you.
your image is not the problem for me. it is simply who you have become.
you don't care about anything anymore.
i remember you.
i remember the person who was my friend.
you are no longer that person in my eyes.
maybe you could go back to that. maybe you could find that person again.
but you're moving farther and farther away.
i hope for your sake that you can find your way back.
it saddens me to see you so lost and unknowing of the fact that you are.
becoming like him and not caring doesn't work for you. it only works for him. it barely works for him, and he doesn't even like it. if you turn into what he is, i'm afraid i wouldn't even be able to speak to you any longer
