I'm done.

I sit in my room, I cry all day.

Why does life have to be this way?

I thought we were cool, but I guess we're not.

I can't believe you did this, I was so wrong

I trusted you with all my heart, my secrets you failed to keep.

You've ruined my life for not just me but my WHOLE family.

You make me depressed, give it a rest.

I'm done with your crap, I'm finally free.

I'm free of your grasp.

I'm free of your hurtful words.

I'm free of your abusive tone.

I hope this time, this quarrel lasts.

You say this is temporary, but my dear friend you're wrong.

This time you've messed up, I'm not coming back no more.

"Hate" isn't enough to describe what I feel for you.

I hope one day, someone's good enough for you.

I hate that you Lied and you call me mean names.

I don't like the way you're playing this game.

Life is a game and we the tiny players.

You may have won this game, but you're still an ugly hater.

Those mean words, texts, pictures and the rest, they will haunt you so.

When you're trying to get a job and they search you up my name will show.

They'll see what you did, trust me, dear friend.

This isn't the end, this feud has just begun.

I'm full of contagious rage, my blood is boiling hotter than the sun.

You have done this to me, I guess you've finally won.

I hope you're happy, you played the game well.

But having no more friends surely can't be swell?

Everyone knows what you did and how truly mean it was.

But why did you do this?

This question desires an answer, for this quarrel is no longer for banter.

We used to laugh, we used to smile, but my deflated soul has taken a break for a while.

You've truly hurt me, I hope you know.

I would call you names but I'm above that all.

For, if I do call you names I'm nothing but a bullying rat.

I'll stick my head up, I'll stick it up high.

I'll stick it so high I can touch the sky.

I still wanna cry, You've got me there.

But all I'm doing is breathing the fresh breezy air.

Living life on the edge sure was fun, but I think it's about time I am done.

I'll still go on adventures like any old lad.

I'll still keep pretending like I'm glad.

But this time, My EX friend, let me make this clear.

There's no more pretending, this is FINALLY my year!

I'll live it great, even though Donald Trump is here.

I'll celebrate, I'll have a very good cheer!

I'll try to be happy every day that I go.

There's no more suicide talk in my row.

Good luck with your life, may I never see you again.

We may go to the same school, but trust me, this IS the END!

By Kye.

Dedicated to my EX BEST FRIEND, may you live your life WITHOUT me. I hope you're happy now.