Bitch

Cold.

Crazy.

Manipulative.

Bitch.

Everything.

Has to go your way.

“Oimigod!” you say,

“I’m so depressed.

Come save me

From my own fucked-up life!”

You wouldn’t know depression

If it slapped you in the face.

You’re my

Best friend.

You’re supposed to care.

But no.

You just don’t give a damn,

Do you?

Nothing,

Is ever your fault.

It’s always mine.

But tomorrow,

It’s all forgotten.

Were both

So happy.

Everything’s good.

For now.

Even so,

I stay.

With you.

I don’t know why.

I hate

Being put down.

I inflict

Enough pain

On myself

Without

Needing yours.

So why,

Do I stay?