Bruised Heart

You told Me

This what you told me:

" You don't care about anyone other than yourself"

Which stung like a bee sting

And a stake through the heart

Then you told me it was true

Because I only talk about myself

Which I don't because I don't care about myself that much

I put others first

Like my family and friends

Which one was you

You fucking told me I was your best friend

That I could trust and rely on you

Use your shoulder to cry on

And I could talk to you about my problems

You once told me

I don't know

What you tell me anymore

Because now you're a ghost in my past

Haunting me until I die.