you ignore my endless effort to be a good person. you focus only on yourself and never on how much of a bad friend you are to me.
you talk constantly about how you wish she didn't hate herself, or how you wish she didn't hate you, but what you don't realize is that she only hates you because you never cared about her. only yourself.
you complain about your feelings and your feelings only. she isn't even your friend and you say you wish she didn't hate herself. i do nothing but hate myself and my existence and you couldn't care any less.
what do i mean to you? you make me feel as if i'm nothing. you make me feel like i mean so little.
you never care when i tell you what's going on, and you change the subject to such irrelevant topics.
it's no wonder they all left you. you didn't care about them until they did.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
