toxic biaaaaaaaaaaaaach

i sit on the other side of the wall sometimes and listen to you endlessly drag my name through the mud and dirt. it hurts. one moment we're laughing and your're telling me how much you love hanging out with me and the next you are talking about me with such disgust that i wonder why i put myself through this. why do i bother? you make me feel so loved until you're alone with someone else. i wonder what else you say when im not there. 

why can't you keep me on your side? why pretend you care about me when you're the one who put the knife in my back? you have so much to say about me but you seem to forget your voice bounces off the walls. do you want me to hear? have you grown tired of me?

we've known each other since we were kids, you've always had a nasty habit of turning people on me. if i could leave i would. trust me on that.

i guess there are worse situations, i want to see your face drop when i walk into the room while you talk about me. even if it wont stop you. an admission of guilt would be nice.