To Those Who Care

Do you like me?
No, for real do you?
Am I your friend?
Or am I just someone else to talk about.
What is a friend?
Is it someone who cares?
Someone who never hurts you,
Never talks behind your back?
Who knows anymore…?
You try to be yourself,
But do they really like the real you?
You feel like you are nothing.
You try to trust again,
But you feel alone never to really open up.
You think of them as good friends,
Great friends, BEST friends.
But they seem to hate you more and more.
What do you want from me?
Do you want me to die?
Disappear?
Then, beat me; give me bruises.
Make me feel low, so low I am nothing but the dirt you're stand on.
Will that make you like me for me?
No?
Call me names; tell me I am stupid,
Dumb, a dork, an idiot, even a bitch.
Tell me to leave, hate me, and say you're not my friend.
All I ask is if you don't want to be friends...
.........
Kill me with your hands, you make me disappear.
So when I am gone...
I finally know how you really feel.