It’s sad because I was everything you wanted in a friend.
Legitimately. I looked through your old posts, looked through your blog. Every post you made about what you wanted in a friend, that was me.
I fulfilled your every criteria.
But you didn’t want me as a friend, and I couldn’t be more.
So now are we nothing?
My brain is battered and abused.
I am no where near to being a healthy person who makes healthy relationships in a healthy state of mind.
But I am expected to.
And now all I expect is more emotional abuse.
I can’t handle your anger when its directed at me. I am scared of you now.
This hole in the ground is where its at. Come on bring your friends to my pity party. Self flagellation in the corner there. Be careful not to get it on the rug.
Nothing about me is endearing or charming. In any way.
If your heart is
How am I to describe
What state I’m in now?
Not so much crushed
And useless to you
Broken, malfunctioning toys.
I was of use to you
So many times
And I gave of myself
Wanting nothing in return.
Why then is it
That when I cannot give
I become redundant.