Was it necessary?
Is it funny?
Does the tears of others please you...?
Does it make you smile?
Does it make you laugh?
Does it give you joy to hurt me?
Does it give you pleasure to make fun of me?
Make fun of my mistakes?
Make fun of my Past?
Make fun of my Life?
Do you feed on the sadness?
Do you feed on the anger?
Do you feed on the ability to take away happiness?
Even if it's for the shortest periods, just to have a glimpse at their anger...?
Does it please you?
I'm done talking
I'm done trying
I'm done hoping
And I'm done waiting
Waiting for you to see how much I really love your presence.
How much I love the sound of your laugh
How much I love being your friend.
How much I love checking to see if you are alright.
Obviously my friendship and love is being wasted on your horrid soul.
All I can feel now...
Is pain
No more love...
No more happiness...
From me to you?
It's just pain..
-Me
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