A True Best Friend

Murder. My soul's contaminated with spit and you walk all over me- each and every single time- It's like I blink and you take one more slap whack! While my face red spurs out guilt of being a victim- the one who always to blame who is always wrong and does wrong- while you look down to me expecting. It's neverending and i'm unsympathetic as we speak. Now so vulnerable and familiar to your cursed speech lucifer's lies- becoming true between the lies you just start the fire. You don't know how to put it out, gassing it, lighter at hand yet you don't seem to care. And my emotions, they're toys- broken, stomped on, crushed. Like my loyalty is not enough, after I stand behind you, strong and neutral- while you whip my heart and test me some more. I've had enough. And you've had plenty of chances before, plenty of criticizing and it's too much, i'm not good enough I'm the "bad" friend i'm just not worth your time so this is the end.