preppy white bitch

does she understand you like i did? does she tell you everything like i did? does she reach into the dark recesses of her soul share the demons locked in there like i never could does she share her odd sense of humor with you? when you're sad does she listen to you does she sit with you and let you tell her everything without judging like i could? does she tell you how much you mean to her? every second of the day do you call her a crazy bitch too? a psycho? a nutcase? on her birthday? do you care about her? like you never cared about me did you care that i cried after i sent those messages? did i tell you that those tears were filled with hate for myself and not you? rage that i could never be what you want no matter how hard i try i could never be who you want did you care that when i saw you on the dart my heart dropped to my knees i held onto the cold metal pole because i almost collapsed did i tell you i never touch those poles? did i tell you my feet were glued to the floor and when it finally registered i ran i felt like my heart was being ripped in half torn and scrambled around the floor being walked all over by the oblivious train passengers did i tell you my stomach was still going insane with sadness for an hour afterward? did i tell you that i would do anything for you to come back to me? did i tell you that i know you deserve better then me? did i tell you i knew it would never work out? did i tell you that i knew you never really cared? because if you did you would never let me go for something silly like that did i tell you that i know it will never be the same way ever again? but i do hope for the best for you and her, hopefully she has the something that you need and that i didnt have.