Me

Random Side Note

When I flirt, you call me a slut.

When I eat, you call me fat.

When I cry, you call me a pussy.

When I ask someone to go out with me, you call me desperate.

You kick me when I am down.

You spread rumours about me.

You ruin my relationship.

You steal my friends.

But when I break, you call me weak.

When I cut, you say it's a trend.

When I'm depressed, you call it an act.

When I'm suicidal, you call it a cry for attention.

But when I'm gone, you'll deny all that....

You'll say you tried to help.

You'll say it's not your fault.

And maybe, people will believe the lies.

But deep down inside, you'll know that I'm gone because of you.

And you'll grow to hate yourself.

You'll get depressed.

You'll cut.

You'll want to kill yourself.

You'll understand what I went through.

The pain.

The betrayal.

The wanting to just make it all end.

And maybe, just maybe, you might want to take it all back.

But guess what?

You can't, because I'm gone.

And you have to live with that.

Forever.