Fuck you lucy

I try so hard to stay away from all the stress.
But somehow I find myself right in the middle of it every single time.
What did I do that was so wrong?
I thought I was just being a good friend.
Wasn’t I?
Yes that’s exactly what I was doing and your going to throw me to the ground, stomp on me, pick me back up, wipe of the blood, and say your sorry?
And I’m supposed to forgive you?
And act like everything’s okay, when clearly it’s not.
After I just put all that effort into trying to make YOU happy while alls it was doing was making me mentally insane.
Your really gonna do this to me?
And when I try to tell you these words that come straight from my heart
you don’t even have the littlest bit of respect as to listen.
I can’t do it anymore.
I’m sorry.
I hope you’ll forgive me,
I really cared about you.
And I’m just now coming to the recognition that you never really cared about me.
It was all a lie.
You were never really my friend.
You just used me for my image.
But I can now say my “friend”
I hate your fucking guts.
You make me sick to my stomach.
And last but not least, I hope you’re happy.