This Thing Called Life

Generally unforgivable. The first time, sure I suppose I can build a fucking bridge and get over it. The second time, the cut is deeper. I might need a skyscraper tall enough to overcome it. The third time, I sit here and ponder. What am I pondering? Why I put up with this shit any longer. I'm tired of being put through hell, only to be lied to. You make me feel like shit for every little thing I say. Every instance I might say something wrong, I fret. Even when I do nothing wrong, I still feel like shit. You've made me miserable, and I will never quite understand it. You loved me, I didn't love you. I was your best friend, you used to be one of mine. The thing is, you played your cards wrong once to many times. I guess it comes to karma. If you tell me you are going to tell the truth, and I ask you five times if you are; then why on earth would you say: "Why are you doubting me, of course I will tell the truth." When the time came to it, you decided to play the fake card. This was your choice, and you cannot go back on it. You did the exact thing I was doubting you about. Honestly, if you had told me straight out that you were going to lie, this would've been ten times easier. But in reality, you went behind my back in the attempt of thinking I would never find out. I did. This all blew up in your face. I've learned to forgive and forget your mistakes several times. I've even let shit roll off my back. This time is different. This time you set a dagger through my heart. I cannot trust you with anything anymore. You made a mistake. A mistake that cannot be changed.

The sad thing is, I feel relieved. I feel liberated. Rejuvenated. A new individual. This pain that had been stuck in me, now gone. I feel bad saying this, but maybe we are best left alone. Your life to your, mine to mine. For now, I will stay on this side of the town lines, you on yours. If you would ever seriously need me, I wouldn't be there for you. Not now, not tomorrow. One week from today, maybe so. But not now. I can't. I'm too hurt to think about you. I'm too happy to think of the future. You let your selfish ability take advantage of you. What you though was the best, turned to bite you in the ass. In the future, I hope you play your cards better, and come out with a royal flush. For now, I bid you farewell.