Hurt

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You stabbed me, in the back, and in the heart.

Hurt.

As time goes on, and can feel your daggers twisting inside me. I can see your true colours.

Hurt.

I thought I was one of you, but instead I was the opposite, you were just too polite to say anything to me. You used me because it suited you, now that you have no use for me, you've tossed me away without a second thought. Easily replaceable.

Hurt.

I don't want to think how many times I've been completely forgotten by everyone in that group, a group I was part of for seven years. It hurts too much. You've all hurt me.

Hurt

I know they say at some point after high school you move on, I understand that. What I don't understand is being cut off so suddenly, and being the only fucking one from a group to have been cut off and forgotten about. Did I do or say something wrong? Was it simply a lie the entire fucking time?

Hurt.

Without answers, I cannot rest easy. But alas, answers I cannot get when no one wants to fucking speak to me anymore. When no one even replies to my messages. You can't say I didn't try.

Hurt.

And let's not forget the awkwardness of me running into the entire group at the shops one time - I hadn't even been invited. Yet there before me stood my high school group of friends. I know you had many get togethers without even inviting me. Facebook's a bitch like that.

Hurt.

I'll try to move on, try to forget the pain this is causing me, and try to forget the unanswered questions floating around in my mind. But it's not easy.

Hurt.

Here I am, going through old photos and messages, trying to find a hint of where I went wrong. But all the messages says you guys love me, think of me as a good friend, and we've confided in each other. Where have I gone wrong? What did I do?

Hurt.

Someone, please, break your silence for just a moment, and help me understand this pain, this sudden the exile from people who seemed more that happy to spend time with me.

Hurt.

Please, don't let me stay hurt like this. Be the kind people everyone thought you to be, because this behaviour is so out of character. Please. I can't go to bed crying every night.

Hurt.

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