Thank you.

They were making fun,
Saying I was a guy,
Always wearing sweatpants and playing video games.
They said they would never date a girl that was one of the guys.

You stood up for me.
I had only talked to you twice.

I don't see how you could defend me
When they, my friends since forever, wouldn't.

Thank you.

BFF?

I always give you advice when you ask "Should I go out with him or that other guy?",
I comfort you when you guys break up,
and I even listen to all the drama that you're involved with.

But when I try to bring up my past, my feelings, my stories, how I hurt: you change the subject.

I tried to tell you about my depression, about how I thought of self-harming, how I felt. The conversation just went back to you.

I'm there when you need me, but where are you?

Great friends, huh? Yeah sure...

Please.

Please stop making jokes, poking fun, and messing with me.

I realize that you're kidding,
And you always take it back.
But it still hurts, the hurt lingers long after you are gone.
I'm terrified that you'll bring it up, I'm scared to think that you're no longer my friend.

So, please notice how I cringe when you bring that up.
Please stop.

I'm begging you...