I know I have my own
problems,
but you’re not so perfect
yourself.
Yet you still
drag
me
down
into this bottomless pit
that you dug for the purpose of
hiding your insecurities

It’s like you
can’t let anyone see your
true self
And once they sense your
fear,
unsureness,
you strike.

Seeing how your heart is
frozen,
it musn’t be hard for you to
break one’s spirit
And now I can see
how easy it is for you to
drag your friends into your
misery
But you saved your worst for
me.
At least I know you
cared...

Somewhat.

Do you like crushing your
friends?
Do you enjoy seeing people
hurt?
I guess so, because
why else would you
utterly destroy
the only people you were
ever
able to call your
friends?