Oh, fuck you, you shitty fucking bitch.

When you needed me I was always there.

But now, you've discarded me like 

A loose piece of hair.

Like a used tissue, nothing more to gain.

Like gum, something you chew up then spit out again.

I hate you, I hate you, but something in me still cries.

I have dreams at night where you keep my soul alive.

Where you treated me like a sister; your very best friend.

Where you promise me our friendship would never end.

You were the first one I told about my cuts,

About my mental disorders, my attempts, why I'm super nuts.

But you decided I was too annoying, too gay, too needy,

I dunno, but that's the only fucking excuse you gave me.

So fuck fucking you, now I want to die again.

Read this poem, it's in the note I've written.

It'll be beside the pill bottles and razor,

So I hope you appreciated the months of dedication,

My trust

My LOVE

Because it's all but been forgotten.