Makes me so mad.
Just looking at you, kills me. I wish we were where we were.
Except now, I can see you hate me. I wish that they could see it through my eyes. See how you make me feel.
When I see you my stomach turns, and I feel ill.
Every time you look at me- or don’t- I feel your eyes turn green, then red.
The anger burns deep. The hate bubbles in the pit of my stomach, making me wretch.
Is that how you want me to feel? Or do you realise you do it?
The truth is, I miss you. And each time I look at you, I’m reminded of what we once had. Friendship. Does that mean nothing to you?
Just seeing you with them, hurts. Makes me sad. I wish we could go back there again.
Just seeing you. For the last time. Goodbye, ‘friend.’