You opened a wound thinking you could mend it.
Had I saw through your infatuation
and saw the eventual downfall of our friendship
I would’ve intervened in the situation
and distanced you from thought.
I believed your every word though.
Unable to see that it needed to stop
until you poured salt on a wound and left me alone
to deal with the pain I tucked away so long ago.
It’s not you, it’s all because of me.
You used mental abuse to make me believe
there’s something wrong with me completely
Convincing me I’m a let down
which getting over isn’t easy
when a friend can no longer be found
I tortured my soul trying to put the pieces together
but when all alone it’s a hellish endeavor.
Is my mind right? Why would they do that?
Was everything a lie? Yea, it was now that I look back.
But now having figured you out
and seeing every word and deed was fake
I have little doubt
befriending you was one of my biggest mistakes.