Working Through It Pt. 4

Fantasia stated it right if you don't want me then don't talk to me, but take it a step further and don't talk about me either. Make me dead in your mind and in your soul have my funeral so that you will never speak my name for casual talk or for fame. I am not your punching bag to be used and abused, I hate it that I even cared about you. Selfishness is what you seek and that I will let you have, don't let me leak into your mind at anytime. You go about your day and forget I ever came your way. Do not exist to me I will just pretend I can not see the moments of pain within my heart I know that time and space will much to my happiness keep us apart. You are cruel and selfish did you think about others, hey a friend of yours lost her grandmother. Are you there for her or just thinking about self. She is in pain and in need of help, but where are you? Loss is pain and pain subsides with love and support by your side. She needs you and her family but she has been abandon. If I can I will be there to the best of my ability but I am not there I am not family. You can't and won't communicate and all I see in your heart is hate. I feel it raging and pulsing through your veins and all want to do is inflict pain. That is fine do understand that evently the left will see the right hand. This is a message you will never read but something written that I need to share with everyone in this cyber air. Good afternoon, good evening and good night. I do not want to fight for anything of yours, guess what I am out of the door that you so rudely shut in my face. So please remember I am dead in your space.