My Poems: Butterflies Mean Recovery

I Doubt You'll Read This, Darling

I doubt you'll read this, darling,

simply because you don't care.

I doubt you think of me at all,

simply because life's not fair.

And because of this, sweetie,

I'm posting this poem about you,

just to get this in my head straight,

that our friendship was always untrue.

I've told you every damn thing about me,

and there's a horrible little thing called 'trust',

which I gave you two or three years ago,

but now I'm taking it back with disgust.

I told you all of my secrets,

because I thought you'd do the same in return,

I told you all of my worries,

because I thought you'd have a little concern.

But you lie to me about your secrets,

and expect me not to be hurt,

you act like I don't exist until you need me,

and treat me like nothing but dirt.

Apparently you used to 'look up to me',

and I was 'your perfect idol',

but it turns out you're no help at all,

when I tell you I'm suicidal. 

I can't believe I loved you,

and what's worse is that I still do,

you used to be a good person to me,

and that's how I'll remember you.

I doubt you'll read this, darling,

simply because you don't care,

just because your name's on my profile,

it doesn't mean I want it there. 

a/n: fake friends aren't worth your time.