I  thought...

Every single word...

      Sliced
               Me
                    Open

Now I'm the one who's broken.

Leave me alone.
I don't need your bipolar crap

      It's all just a new slice. That you created.

Don't take your words. Don't take them back.

Because it's too late for all of that.

You said how you really felt.
And you meant it.

I never said how I truly felt..

I trusted you so much.

Waited around for the words I care..

You lied about all of the **** you said.

Why couldn't you have said I don't want to be friends?

It'd hurt way less than this.

This is probably goodbye for the last time..

Just let me die.