Never Understood.

Well maybe now I should just say goodbye, you used to be my friend but I never felt I really was yours.
So maybe this is the end.

I'm different from you, all of you, we've never understood. I hope that if I do tell you goodbye,
That it won't be for good.

Whenever I'm mad it hurts me so bad, and you don't even care. I don't know why, I just want to cry.
And someday I won't be there.

If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too, but that doesn't really matter although when I hurt I feel like dirt
And my spirit's bruised and battered.

I do not know why it has to be so, I really wish it did not. But the way this has been going-it is basically shot.

You don't need me and we don't need we, and that's how I think I know why these words are the ones I have to speak-I love you, but goodbye.
♠ ♠ ♠
I have a lot of friend problems, I always seem to find friends who aren't really there and find the people who only want to do them and make themselves happy.
They use and blame others and don't care if you get hurt, or depressed.

If you are treated the same way: stand up for yourself and stop being a door mat.
I know it's hard, and it hurts like HELL and feels like you'll hurt forever but the pain will eventually ebb away.
I'm not quite there yet (but I have been before) but after a year of trying and trying to be forgiven I had to come to terms that I wasn't going to be forgiven-and I had to make myself happy and not just others.
I wish you all the best for whoever is reading this.
Xo. ♥