I hate being your closet friend. your closed curtain confidant. im tired of the lies the evil doings behind my back. i hate the promises. the broken hearts. im tired of being told im someone im not. i hate being your backseat passenger. your spare tire. i dont like being your alternate address, your second choice. last resort. i hate being nothing when you tell me im something and dont mean it.
I really don't know who this is about (have an idea though) but if they consider you a piece of trash, then that's one less "friend" than you actually need. I'm sorry they made you feel this way, but if it's any consolation, I care. SO if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here.