Story Week: Monologue of the Betrayed

Hello All. Before I start, I would like to put a warning before this post. It is a bit upsetting, to an extent. If you don't want to be upset/depressed then don't read on. Oh, and it's not really something that happened this week, it's more fiction based on a strong human feeling. Hope the weeks been treating everyone well.

Dftba x
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So it has come to this. Having entombed myself into the core of this for weeks now. Waiting silently as you chug and churn and emit your filth. Push me down, stamp on me and all the while telling me it's for the best. You don't see it what your doing, your being a, what's the word, 'friend'. My closest, my dearest, my only one. Your twisted lies made me believe that. You made me believe I could trust you. Tell me your secrets, hopes and fears, I promise I won't tell. But you used them against me. My hopes shattered, my fears uncontrollable and my hope non-existant. Ha, they don't scare me now, not even a whimper, because I've realised the only thing in this warped world to fear is you.
And how do you do it. That mouth of yours. Those perfect plump rounded lips. How deceiving. You've taught me to not make assumptions from appearances, you being the greatest example.

The shit spewing from your mouth, is it even processed? Do you even realised how stupid it sounds?

How pathetic really, but manipulative. Twisted. Controlling.
You are not what you seem but what you fail realise is that neither am I.

I'm going to smash through that bubble of yours; I'm going to drag you out into the open. I'm going to let these vultures attack you instead of me. You need to feel pain, you need to feel anger, you need to feel something other than the pity you impose on yourself and force us to feel. You need to realise the pain and the dirt you dish out on everyone else stabs us. Arrow heads so small that once under our skin you can't remove them. They are there for eternity, slowing moving their way around our blood stream, making their way to my heart. There they embed themselves; with every beat reminding me of this feeling here and no matter how much each contraction pains me, I'll cherish it because it'll remind me of how I pulled you out and down and how you could never do this to me or any of us again.

Friend, you would be so lucky that I was the most you had to deal with. After me there's a whole line of people you've used and abused. You've taken what you needed and left them to rot away.
Soul Sucking Leech.
I think you've been referred to as: Take his hope. Take her love. Take my faith in humanity. Sucked it out till there's nothing left, till I'm about to jump. Not even wanting to prevent my inevitable demise, instead I've been tricked into wanting to embrace it. You don't know how it feels, betrayal. You've been so protected, you've not leart how to deal with things with the slightest bit of humility. Well at least I know courtesy. Be thankful I'm not you.
Oh if I were to do the things you did to me to you, you'd squirm and squeal. I know I tried but no one would listen. I was selfish, I didn't understand you. Lies. The perfect lie, they didn't know you, like I know you and finally it hit me.

I can do better