Suffering sadness,
Trapped in your own dillusional sense of a fictional reality,
Created by a minipulative enabler,
Every bump,
Scratch,
Pain,
Hive,
Belly ache,
Sore throat,
Something more then what is.
False accusations turn into a desperate desire to develope a deeply fatal disease.
Harmful self punches and bites,
Create bruises on your body.
Lies.
Everyone a false ****** up mistake.
Not a **** up, but severely ****** up.
Dismissing the only one who saw through the ******* and still loved you.
The only one who helped you.
The only one who tried to make you see.
Not a friend.
But to you, just an immature drama queen.
Why fight for a back stabber?
A liar?
Someone who has never been there for me when I needed you most.
Inconsiderate.
The opposite of love is indifference,
To hate is to feel emotion.
No hatred.
Pity.
I pity you.
You will be forever alone.
No one will stand by you as I stood by you.
All will see through the *******.
Once they see,
No one will stay.
You have no one.
I feel sorry for you.
Sorry.
Sorry.