Watching from the sidelines, I remain in the dark.
Friends gained, friends lost, I have no idea what my standing is anymore.
Am I talked about? Are there even good things to say? Is my existance only known because I'm "that one person."?
What is thought of me? I never really mattered anyway.
You regret the day we spoke, well so do I.
You hate me now, but you don't even take the time to understand.
You aren't a bad person, but I feel bitter now.
The pain, the stress, the way you made me feel.
Forgiveness is out of the question, or at least I felt that it was.
But I forgive you, you were simply using me as intended.
"Use me, Abuse me, for I am here for everyone and I will remain here."
Perhaps I forgot this and felt selfish.
But it's over now.
I may forgive but I cannot forget.
Oh how things were in the start.
Look what it became.