Salt looks a lot like sugar. One sweet and the other adds flavouring yet, they can both stop your heart if you have too much. Yet they both taste so good.
I wish, I could take back everything. I wish, I glued my lips shut and didn't spill about my past to you. All you did was use it against me and told people about my darkest door, that I fought my life to hide from others.
You made up stories about your life being so hard. Just to one up me making my demons sound like dreams.
The minute, I was on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump to end it all. You would be ready and happy to push me off it. If it ment you got the spotlight back in you and everyone was falling back down at your feet.
I am not fucking responsible for how shitty your life is now. Please wake the fuck up from your delusions and the story you tell yourself every fucking night. Look at the choices you've made and be fucking accountable for them for once. Stop playing the fucking victim and blaming it all on me or others because your life is shitty and boring. You created it, not me. Fucking deal with the truth.
Now I finally see with my own eyes, your true self. You're just repeating history. You pick new innocent soul and send your old mates into the dirt because they finally realise you have manipulated the whole friendship. But what you don't realise is everyone fucking around you walks bare foot on egg shells when they are with you.
If you're gunna hate me, hate me on your fucking own. Don't be going out there, making up bullshit rumours. Trying to recruit people to hate me with you. All because your ego is too big for your boots.
The constant stares and the whispers.
It's such a disappointment that I defended you for so long thinking you are different and you just turned out to be just like what everyone said. Your actions speak louder than your words.
What pisses me right off, I loved you. I loved you with all my heart. Yet, I was just another minion in your army. I wonder, how many people I have wronged by being a minion.
I'm sorry that you had to make me the villain of your story in order to stay in the light and keep the onlookers in the dark. I'm sorry, so very sorry...for you. I have no desire to clear my name in your book of fiction. Paint me however you need to paint me do the guilt doesn't feel so heavy. I am light as a feather.
I am done being your manipulated minion. No more being your bitch. I have seen the true you. There's no fucking way, I will be your friend again. Not even when I am dead.
