Imagine telling me you’ll be there for me, But fuck me up physically and mentally in the end. Will you be there for me Or not? Make up your mind, but you can’t do both. But seriously. If you’re gunna be there for me, Don’t fuck me up. Don’t make me break down every two seconds. Comfort me. Be a good friend. If you’re not gunna be there for me, Don’t fuck me up. Just block me and move on with your life. You’re wasting your life talking about me and yapping about me. I didn’t do anything to you. I wanna just be happy again. I wanna be the same happy person I was before. All smiles, All happiness. Now I’m just smiling through the pain you’re giving me and It hurts. I don’t wanna keep living with the fact you’re hurting me and tearing me down. Don’t tear me down, don’t make me feel like absolute shit every fucking second. Be a real fucking person, not some two-faced asshole who pretends to care while stabbing me in the fucking back. It fucking hurts. And I don’t wanna keep living like this, knowing that you’re out there, deliberately breaking me apart piece by fucking piece. You don’t get to say you care while being the reason I feel like I’m drowning. You don’t get to call yourself a friend when all you do is destroy me. So either fucking be there like you promised, or walk the fuck away and leave me the hell alone. I’m tired of living like a thing you just use and throw away once you’re done with it. I’m a human being as well.
