Do you realize what your doing?
Damn, never knew you of all people would be doing something this stupid.
"Don't be mad, you know I care about you," She says as she is packing her third massive bag full of clothes. Damn, never knew you had so much shit.
"Really? Tell me something. If you care so much then why are you leaving the save haven of this home to goto an unstable falling apart house? Oh, and with your boyfriend- my bad, fiance. Yeah, that guy that just sits in his little bed and text you twenty four seven. Oh wait, you do the same thing. So I guess your perfect for each other." I say as I clench my fist so tight blood starts leaking from the tiny cuts my nails dig into my palm.
I want to smack you in the face. This isn't a sadness, this is just pitifully pathetic.
"How could you say that, I thought you cared about me!" Awe, but can't you see? You showed me what caring does to me. You showed me that caring for someone with only make you lose them.
"Sure. Now your leaving dear one. Never to be seen again. I hope he can take your awful attitude and your bitchy whiney voice. My bad, I wasn't supposed to point out flaws right? Cause you hate that. You hate when people tell you things are wrong with you. When you tell me all the time things are wrong with me. Well, I supposed later you'll call all our friends and explain how much of a bitch I really am. Oh the horror." Things in my mind were never meant to just lay there. I do not think before I speak, I suppose it is a disease. All the more reason to hate me and leave me and forget me. Oh look, your almost out the door. Your dropping your books.
"You know what, your wrong. Im not gonna tell anyone about this. You don't deserve the attention." Wow, that's the best compliment you could possibly give me, I prefer to alone. Do tell everyone to leave me alone. I would love that.
"I would love that." I say with a smile as you slam the door and I simply stand there before looking around to see all the emptiness you left behind. Emptiness that will always remind me never to care so deeply for someone again. You were my sister. Now your just someone that sleeps in the bed of a drug addict, screw him, and then goes and makes him breakfast cause you believe that is the best you will ever get.
Well, by now, it is.
Well, damn two years later your on the streets with not one, not two, but three kids that got taken away from you. Where is he? Oh my, he is a grave six feet under for not paying for his little pills.
Sorry, I filled that emptiness in my house, your not longer welcome.
"Don't be mad, you know I care about you," She says as she is packing her third massive bag full of clothes. Damn, never knew you had so much shit.
"Really? Tell me something. If you care so much then why are you leaving the save haven of this home to goto an unstable falling apart house? Oh, and with your boyfriend- my bad, fiance. Yeah, that guy that just sits in his little bed and text you twenty four seven. Oh wait, you do the same thing. So I guess your perfect for each other." I say as I clench my fist so tight blood starts leaking from the tiny cuts my nails dig into my palm.
I want to smack you in the face. This isn't a sadness, this is just pitifully pathetic.
"How could you say that, I thought you cared about me!" Awe, but can't you see? You showed me what caring does to me. You showed me that caring for someone with only make you lose them.
"Sure. Now your leaving dear one. Never to be seen again. I hope he can take your awful attitude and your bitchy whiney voice. My bad, I wasn't supposed to point out flaws right? Cause you hate that. You hate when people tell you things are wrong with you. When you tell me all the time things are wrong with me. Well, I supposed later you'll call all our friends and explain how much of a bitch I really am. Oh the horror." Things in my mind were never meant to just lay there. I do not think before I speak, I suppose it is a disease. All the more reason to hate me and leave me and forget me. Oh look, your almost out the door. Your dropping your books.
"You know what, your wrong. Im not gonna tell anyone about this. You don't deserve the attention." Wow, that's the best compliment you could possibly give me, I prefer to alone. Do tell everyone to leave me alone. I would love that.
"I would love that." I say with a smile as you slam the door and I simply stand there before looking around to see all the emptiness you left behind. Emptiness that will always remind me never to care so deeply for someone again. You were my sister. Now your just someone that sleeps in the bed of a drug addict, screw him, and then goes and makes him breakfast cause you believe that is the best you will ever get.
Well, by now, it is.
Well, damn two years later your on the streets with not one, not two, but three kids that got taken away from you. Where is he? Oh my, he is a grave six feet under for not paying for his little pills.
Sorry, I filled that emptiness in my house, your not longer welcome.