you saw me.
you cracked though the wall that i had held up for so long
and really looked at who i am.
or was that your excuse?

to rip me open and find my weak spots,
the parts that i desperately tried to hide.
the parts that i pretended didn't exist.

by letting you in, you became my friend.
my only real friend.
and i trusted you with things
that i didn't even trust myself with.

but you turned around and told.
told people who had never met me,
not really,
and allowed them to ridicule my being.

what happened to hating them?

and then, after everything,
i accepted your lies, even though i knew the truth.
that's how much you had once ment to me.

i allowed you to rip open my chest
so you could see if my heart was still beating.
and when you saw that it was,
you sewed me back up and used me. again.

that's where i wish i could say that i drew the line.
but why would i want to lie and become just like you?

no, i let you push yourself back into my life,
back into my heart.
so that you could abuse me.
time and time again.

because isn't that what you said friendship is?