You get me so fucken furious. The thought of you just sickens me. You have no idea how lucky you are, and how things just easily come your way, whilst others stand back and watch in pain. You're just perfect. Honestly, you are. If my life was half as easy as yours, I would be so happy and appreciative. You're just too good, compared to me, and you just love to rub it in my face. And everyone else, they adore you, But they don't know the real you, and if they did, trust me, you wouldn't be so loved. I can't even look into your eyes without the pain of my heart being stabbed over and over. You've destroyed me. I hate being around you anymore. And it's not just me who knows what I'm feeling. There's others, too. If we had the choice, you wouldn't be in our lives anymore, but other people are involved, which is why we still live with the heart ache you cause us. If those other people weren't involved, we wouldn't be suffering the amount of pain that we do. Go die.