Once upon a time
There was a girl
Who was grieving
There was also a boy
Who took grave advantage of her situation.
Get away from me.
I never said yes
Did I say no?
I don't know
I don't...
No.
You don't get to blame your mental state
For what you did to me
I have depression too
And I would never do that to someone.
So then there was today.
When I had to train you at work
I saw you walk in for training
And prayed to God she wouldn't say my name.
"Sarah! Can you train _ on register?"
****.
*******. **** this. **** my life.
My anxiety has suddenly spiked through the roof.
I start shaking and digging nails into my wrist.
"Sh-sh-sure."
I st-stuh-stuttered like a scratched CD
This isn't fair
Why me?
I was impressed with myself
And how professional and cordial I was
I wanted to tear your eyes out
But I managed to tell you how to do your job effectively
And even was almost supportive when you got it right.
If that wasn't traumatizing enough
You have to try to flirt with me
Or act like we're friends
Well **** that.
You were never my friend.
I may have thought you were
But you were the opposite.
Besides,
You told my friend who's stuck on you like a sick puppy
(God knows what she sees in you)
That you hate me
That I cause drama
Etc.
At one time, I assumed you really did.
And I was okay with that
I lived with that perfectly fine
But now I know you see your fault
You know you did something awful
But you will never admit it.
So, in conclusion
Go ahead and stick your dagger in my chest
I won't even feel it.
I'll walk on pretending I'm fine
Even if I'm dying.
And finally**
***** you.
