Note To You

It's been obvious from the start that you never cared for me.
Feelings of spiteful hatred don't appear from thin air,
Someone has to be so full of malice to set that atmosphere
And believe me, I am not immune to that type of enviornment.

What did I do? I don't know
Would you tell me? No
And that's okay

All this time I thought I needed someone to help me, to listen, to care.
I thought you could be that person.
I was wrong and now I realize that I don't need one person to make me happy.
That's all in my hands no matter what you say, what you do.

You can spit out words to make me regret losing you, but it will never work.
Sorry, but you're not as special as you think you are.

However, you're not a bad person and I hope you have a good life.
I don't want us to be enemies but that's not up to me.

My words don't matter to you, I know.
Some things just need to be said even if they won't be heard.

All in all, there's only one thing left to say:
Thanks for pretending to be there in my time of desperation.