Diary Entries

Yet again, I woke up, torn over you.
You're ripping me to pieces without even laying a finger.
I thought we were "best friends," but clearly it isn't really working out.
Though, I've tried to make the tension melt,
without tension in your life, it's boring for you.
You must always be angry with SOMEONE.
It's the fuel to your fire.
The only way you can love yourself is to hate others.
And now I've been chosen and the next one to fall.
Your minions at your side, but when they're gone, you'll come back.
Ignore me all you want to.
I'll be sad, fuming as well.
But in the end, while you have all the friends,
I'll have myself, my family, and my own self confidence,
a confidence that won't be blossomed from tearing others apart.
In the end, I'll feel like a winner.
I won't feel any better than you, no!
I'll just feel happy.
In the end.
I'm sure it'll only happen if you're gone.