waste of space

Literally a perfect fit.

I’m sick of being there when someone wants something or needs a shoulder to cry on, when I need someone no one is ever there I’m just left to deal with all this on my own, they say they’re there but they’re not, well I’m sick if being replaced, second best, it’s all I’ve ever been, when there’s no one better to hang around with or if they’ve fallen out with someone I have always been there for everybody all through my life that’s all I’ve ever been someone who will help put the pieces back together but when they’ve made up with that person or have something better to do I get dropped and forgotten about until the next time they “need” me well you know what I’m done

It pains me to think I wasted a lot for you, my time, trust, tears, hope and love. I even wasted my hate for you, and all those other feelings.

I wanted to lift myself up and say “you’re a lesson I had to learn” but to tell you the truth, I rather not; I rather be ignorant about you than knowing you do exists in this world.

Call it bitterness or whatever but that’s the truth now, you’re a waste of memory space and how I’m glad I can just forget about you and be indifferent about it. like oh God finally I’m free.