The first, is a gentle whisper; telling me to hold on.
someday,
I will be great.
The second is assertive, euphoric, even,
assuring;
someday,
I will have a family.
The third, screams at me, deafening my thoughts
from the most
inner
core
of my mind,
daring me to
hit the car.
to let go.
because I will
never
be
as
good
as
her.
this voice,
is the loudest.
I'm sick of your bitching, I'm sick of you feeling sorry for yourself and coming to me for help and USING ME LIKE THE CUNT YOU ARE. I hope he cheats on you again. I hope he rips your heart out and steps all over it, again. For the.. oh, what.. FOURTH TIME? You hate me because I'm telling you the truth and you don't like the truth. The truth is he's not good for you. But you don't care anymore and I'm sick of being used. I dont want to be your friend anymore. There is no more choice, him or all of your friends because guess what? Everyone's sick of your bullshit and doesnt want to put up with it anymore. I hope you get lung cancer and die.
Th