i don't know what i did to deserve this. i don't get why you go so far out of your way just to be this kind to me, because i sure as hell don't do the same for you. i stick to my own business, and i help out when you ask for it, but i know it's not as sincere. i don't check up on you every few days, i don't ask if you need my support, i don't compliment the little things just to make you smile. i appreciate it, i really do, but when will you get tired of it? when will you realize that i'm not the person that you want me to be? i can handle myself. i don't want to burden you with my problems, and you know that, but you try anyway. there are so many other people out here who need a friend like you, but here you are, sticking to me like a dry shirt in the rain. i mean this in the nicest way possible: i don't need you. you're a great person and an even greater friend, but the fact is that you're wasting your time trying to pick up the pieces of something that never broke.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Open To Interpretation
PoesíaThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
