Fuck you.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I apologize.
I didn't mean to say that.
I would like to start this off by apologizing to you,
because I hate you SO much...and you do not deserve that.
I know that,
but I still fucking hate you because you did the one thing that I just couldn't do. You saw her slowly falling apart and you decided to collect the scattered pieces of her soul and put her back together again, and for that I hate you.
I hate that you noticed the traces of sadness stitched into her smile, I hate that you sat at your desk everyday with your body facing the door hoping she decided to come to school, I hate that you filled in the gap in her heart so quickly after I spent months renovating it.
I hate that she looks better now than she has in months, and that everyday she walks up to me and smiles, and I hate that its a warm smile, and I hate that its because of you.
I hate that she doesn't care about other's opinions on how she dresses because you've already reassured her that no matter what she wears she will always be beautiful.
Every time I think of you my skin crawls, and I want to throw up. Because you've single handedly ripped the dead butterflies out of my stomach and brought them back to life, you've filled in the cracks on her sidewalk so that I can no longer she her fault lines, you've made up for every dinner, every holiday, and every birthday that I've ever missed, and you've made sure to remind her that she is the most important thing in the world.
I hate you,
and yet you're what I envy more that anything.
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PuisiYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
