i cant tell if im mad or, jealous, or maybe even something else.


you dont tell me anything.

you dont let me do anything.

if i killed myself,

i'd regret leaving you.

if you killed yourself,

i'd regret not helping.

but you dont let me help

you trust other people with your emotions.

not even me,
.
.
a friend of 8 years.

i know


im a *****.


but.


its like im not in your life anymore