You showed me your wrists one day and I felt so bad for you. I was almost crying right after. When you got into a fight, I felt horrible and I almost cried. When you told me how sad you were and how you felt like hurting yourself, I was there for you. I checked on you all the time. When you told me your grandpa died, I was there for you. I called you and always talked to you, just to make sure you were okay and happy. I mad myself sad so you could be happy and I would have done anything just to see you smile. When you were getting bullied I stood up for you and when you had no one to talk to I talked to you. I was always there for you no matter what. But the second I need you, you tell me no. I needed to talk to you and get something off my chest and you told me no. You told me that you couldnt talk and that you didnt have time to. You really hurt me. Why did I sped all that time trying to help you and make you happy, when you didnt care about my own at all? You dont care about me like I care about you. And the messed up thing is that even after all this, Ill still be there for you.