i dont want to be anything like you

Depressed, angry, sad.
It’s the feelings that get to us.
It’s the people that hurt us.
It’s the people that don’t love us.
Those people matter most.
Why?
Mad, hurt, betrayed.
Our two faced friends kill us.
Our hearts broken.
We die inside.
We say we don’t care.
Honestly that’s a lie.
But we can’ tell them the truth.
Why?
Dead, revenge, confusion.
No sleep.
I spent my nights thinking how to get you back.
I cant.
That will make me as bad as you.
And I don’t want to be anything like you.