Do you remember the night I came to you,
to ask you for help because I couldn't handle it on my own?
I do.
I remember how you refused to help me.
I thought you meant it when you told me that you would always be there for me,
but now I realise that it was wrong to believe you.
You have no idea what that did to me,do you?
You only care about yourself.
You can forget that I ever will help you again,
you left me alone when I needed you,
and that hurt's so fucking much because I trusted you.
A person died that day,
actually two persons.
One person died because of a gun shot,
and the other one died at the inside because of a broken soul.
I just thought that you were a real friend,
but I was so fucking wrong about you.