I Guess This Is Good-Bye My Old Friend

In the beginning, it was all trust.

We depended on eachother to be there.

We were inseperable.

We were always linked by the hip.

We were a buy one, get one free deal.

Everything was wonderful.

But I guess you changed.

It's something I didn't expect.

Little changes are welcome, but putting me down just ruins it.

You tore me down, like I was a child.

You called me names, and said I had change.

I have changed my friend?

Me?

It's too hard to think you could even ponder on that thought.

For I am more real than you will ever be and it's time to face it.

I wish you the best of luck being 'yourself'.

The truth is yourself is a ugly, horrible soul.

With nothing left to grab for to save.

You may be pretty and guys may throw themselves at you.

But, it doesn't make you prettier on the inside.

For you're the ugliest human being I've seen.

You make me sick.

You make me cry.

You make me insane.

You make me want to die.

And what have I done for you?

Been your friend?

Been there to hug you?

Taken you places?

Bought you gifts?

Protected you?

The truth is, I've moved on to bigger and better things.

I'm meeting people who care for me.

Who love me for all my faults.

They find my worst qualities to be just little dents in me, not a huge scar slashed across my forhead.

You thought I was worthless.

Guess what? I'm going to become something you won't be.

I'm going to become sucessful.

I'm going to become me.