The day I tried to **** myself is the day our friendship died.
It was the same day you wouldn't shut up about
How I should do the musical.
When once again, you weren't listening to me.
When the night of the disco. It was  not you who comforted me.
Like I had been trying to do for you all night.
It was someone who at the time I barely knew.
When you equated your  break-up to me trying to **** myself.
And being omitted to a mental hospital for it.
When you swore you had anxiety again because tumblr told you so.
When you called my sister a *****.
When you said my sister was beneath someone.
When you called my sister a spaded ****.
When you told me you didn't care.
When you said you "didn't want to go down for manslaughter".
When you called me stupid when all I had was smart for so long.
When you convinced me living for someone else was good enough.
When all you have ever done is put me down.
When all you ever told me to ve was someone I'm not.

I refuse to forgive you for this.
This is the day I finally bury our friendship.
When we are old and meet again, I will not pretend to know you.
As you have done for so long with me.
I will drift past you with vacant eyes.
I will know you are nothing more than
A ghost of my past.
I refuse to let you stain my future.