A friend.

This is the label you so “affectionately” refer to me as… yet, I can’t even recollect a time in the past when you’ve ever had my back.

I give you my word and in return you spoon-feed me ignorance. No chance to change your mind; I am wrong, you are right. You see a friendship and all I see is dissidence. Anything I say that disagrees with your opinions is completely irrelevant. Trite.

When you cry, I cradle you. When you’re drowning in your own problems, I reach out my hand and save you… but when I was falling, you were no where to be seen so I always hit the ground hard. You only returned quick enough to witness me bleed. But there was no tending of wounds, no comfort in your voice, just an expectation that I’ll get over it, of course.

No.

There is no friendship.

I am no friend, and this so-called “ship” we’ve been “floating” on is shit and it’s been sinking since the beginning. If this one-sided relationship is what you consider a “friendship,” similar to a mirror in which you can only see your own face with, leave me out of it.

I’m done.