I know you don't care, and I saw it on  your face when you cycled past, but I still am depressed because of you, I can't face the public, and I still want to come home and swallow a massive amount of pills and never wake up, just because you led me to believe that I could achieve those far-fetched dreams I had of being happy,

I'm sure you're happy with your life, and all that you've done, and I'm glad for you, but you have ruined mine it feels like.