You are not my brother,
You are not my friend,
We are just acquaintances,
I'll never do anything nice for you again.
You don't give a fuck about me,
You don't care about me,
You'd always interrupt me
when i need to vent.
We've both established that we aren't siblings, never connected, we're only blood,
But that's it.
You don't love me.
You only and still care about yourself.
Maybe that's why i prefer everything else over you.
You get what you want,
I have to work hard for it,
You spoiled fucking brat...
I FUCKING LOVED YOU!
I GAVE IT ALL I COULD FOR YOU!
I APOLOGIZED FOR YOU ALL MY LIFE!!!
BUT NEVER, NEVER ONCE
HAVE I HEARD ONE FROM YOU!
I COMFORTED YOU WHEN YOU FELT ALONE! BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO FEEL ALONE, TO FEEL LIKE NOBODY WANTS YOU, LIKE NOBODY NEEDS YOU!
I WAS THE ONE THAT TOLD YOU GOD WAS YOUR HOME!!!!
.
.
.
But now... now that's no more.
You called me a fucking retard, stupid, useless, and old.
You told me nobody wants me here on this earth, not even god himself.
It seems to make sense now, cause i stopped a long, long, time ago for going to him for help.
You told me that i should just go kill myself,
You said
you'd rather die than be here with me.
You said you don't love me and that you don't care about me anymore.
Well, your loss.
No more hugs, no more kisses, no more "good nights", no more "i love you",
no talking, no nice person to ever want to come back to.
You'll never see that me again.
No more "happy birthday", no more
"you and me are friends".
I'm sorry you self absorbed motherfucker, that you threw away your "supposed" role model, your supporter.
Look on the bright side, one less person to care about...right?
Now it's just me and the little ones, i'm on their sides, not yours.
One day you'll regret saying those words,
One day you'll be begging for my forgiveness, and on that day, i'll say no.
A thousand times if i have to.
Because by then, i'll have learned to not give a fuck about you anymore.
You're not going to get in with my friends,
or my boyfriend. I'll never allow you to hang around me or them, ever. You're toxic.
Just murder me in my sleep,
You'd have no problem with that i bet.
I should've known by now,
that all along, this whole time,
you were my bully.
YOU ARE READING
A random book
PoetryJust poems about depression, if you like that kind of stuff, I guess, it won't exactly be so updated as normal authors, so be discreet.