I Just Don't Care Anymore
I give up.
I'm done with all of this shit that you've put me through.
You were supposed to be my best friend.
Yet you had the nerve to tell me that I was being a bad best friend, told me that I was turning into what I feared most.
All the while, I was trying to make you see that your boyfriend wasn't right for you.
He would call you names, ask him to have sex with you, after a month of dating,
AND on top of that he would make you cry almost every week.
But fine, if you can't see that i loved you, more than he did, that you helped me through hard times and that I was just trying to save you from getting hurt.
Then I'm done.
You blamed me and yelled at me when you came up to me saying we needed to talk.
Told me it was all my fault.
Told me I was running your relationship.
Told me that I should forgive the guy that made you cry and called you an asshole.
Like I said, I couldn't do that.
What he did was unforgivable.
I HATED that guy.
I wanted to punch his lights out. But I couldn't because that wouldn't be right.
But that's fine, I'm done being called a bitch.
I'm done with hurting myself physically, I'm done not eating because I felt bad.
I realized that I literally didn't do anything wrong.
But hey, I still have friends.
Actually I have your friends.
They used to be OUR friends, but you ended that.
They saw how mean you were, that what you were doing wasn't right.
They felt bad for me, and they didn't like you for doing that to me.
Well bitch, look at me now.
I have friends, and I finally feel loved again.
I'm doing great!
Because I just didn't care anymore.
I'm done with all of this shit that you've put me through.
You were supposed to be my best friend.
Yet you had the nerve to tell me that I was being a bad best friend, told me that I was turning into what I feared most.
All the while, I was trying to make you see that your boyfriend wasn't right for you.
He would call you names, ask him to have sex with you, after a month of dating,
AND on top of that he would make you cry almost every week.
But fine, if you can't see that i loved you, more than he did, that you helped me through hard times and that I was just trying to save you from getting hurt.
Then I'm done.
You blamed me and yelled at me when you came up to me saying we needed to talk.
Told me it was all my fault.
Told me I was running your relationship.
Told me that I should forgive the guy that made you cry and called you an asshole.
Like I said, I couldn't do that.
What he did was unforgivable.
I HATED that guy.
I wanted to punch his lights out. But I couldn't because that wouldn't be right.
But that's fine, I'm done being called a bitch.
I'm done with hurting myself physically, I'm done not eating because I felt bad.
I realized that I literally didn't do anything wrong.
But hey, I still have friends.
Actually I have your friends.
They used to be OUR friends, but you ended that.
They saw how mean you were, that what you were doing wasn't right.
They felt bad for me, and they didn't like you for doing that to me.
Well bitch, look at me now.
I have friends, and I finally feel loved again.
I'm doing great!
Because I just didn't care anymore.