C And S Might Sometimes Sound The Same, But Their Personalities Are Different (aka Sorry Cyanide)

There's little else in the world that hurts more

Than when your jealousy hurts a friend.

When your anxiety eats away at you

Because you see them online

Having a good time with other friends

While your messages read "Seen 10:57."

And you know it's wrong for you to hurt.

After all, other people should be allowed to have friends.

But it just reminds you of an abusive relationship in the past.

One where ever message they sent to their other friends was one hurting you.

One where your secrets were told.

One where rumors were made about you.

One that was there just to destroy you.

So you can't help but be afraid.

Afraid that your new friends do the same.

And that they're ignoring you.

And talking shit about you

Because they HATE you.

Because that all anyone does...

And then you find out the hard way

That thinking like this is hurting them too.

And you're sorry.

This poem is about: 
Me

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