You're not even a good friend. You weren't there for me when the shit hit the fan, or when I went to you for a hug when my grandma died. You didn't wish me a happy birthday, even though I told you when it was. Fuck you, you suck. You make me cry because I still love you and I hate myself for doing it. I am so sick of being hurt and that's all you do.

These walls are so high
No rope can find the top
No climber can find his way

These walls are so strong
No one can break through
No one can get in

Barricade yourself
Until everything is muted
Headphones to the world
You'll never hurt again.

I don't need you or your -friendship-. I don't need your winks and faces. I don't care how much you make me laugh, or how much you know about me, inside me. You're outside the wall, you layered the extra stones and mortared them nice and strong. You will -never- get inside. Thank God.