For a friend.

I feel sick to my stomach knowing that you're such a jerk to me,

knowing that you only think this is a one way street,

the way we can't have an actual conversation without it being about you and your problems but you know what?

I'm done.

I'm done with you and your crap that i have to put up with and honestly,

if you only have one side of your life filled in, how are you expecting to finish it?

Honestly, you used me.

I was your little puppet or a kleenex you put your tears in.

You were never truly there for me!

You never cared about my problems and my life!

You showed slight concern but what does that do?

It puts me in the position of feeling like you've used me.

You don't think I didn't drop hints?

Your whole life revolves around everything stereotypical and pointless.

I'm serious, how long was your last actual conversation without anything getting in the way?

I'd love to see the day that you actually go broke because that's the day when you'll really need me but you know what?

I won't be there.

I'm not a last resort,

I'm not someone that you can take advantage of.

I helped but that just never seems like enough, does it?

No, not at all.

You think that everything in life is about you or pretty close to it.

If I ever have a problem, you aren't going to be the first person to go to.

I'm just a dent in a car.

You can see it but you just don't have the effort to fix it.

I do have feelings,

I cry more than you know,

I'm actually sensitive but I'm strong to help you out,

I put my feelings aside to help you.

All you ever seem to do is smile and laugh, put it aside and forget anything ever happened.

The next time you're in trouble I won't be there to help.

Have a nice life.