If I could rip the very insides of you, I would. When you were bad mouthed by people, I got your back. They would make fun of you, curse you and look at you like such a worthless piece of shit, I was the one who snapped back at them and told myself you were way better than what they accused you of. But when you ungrateful cow raised you bloody voice at me on the phone I swear I would have turn you inside out. When you were depressed, I was there to listen and reassure you everything will be okay. I'm not taking your bloody nonsense anymore. Ungrateful and disrespectful. Damn you. I even cared.
I think myself as a very nice person. Very. I take in critism thinking that you're just having a bad day. I push my feelings aside and let myself be your punching bag. Everytime, I'll have to take the ride home trying so hard not to let those overwhelming emotions get the best of me. Like how I waited for you to take the initiative. Not only once. But all these while dammit. All these while.
Sorry readers.
I'm just having a really pissed off day where people tend to step on my head with dem spikes.
You're a real disappointment.
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