turning

i get wrathful when i find what i took to be a friend just damned me when one word would have saved me. and for what? for being truthful? kind? then that friend goes to the opposite of what he knows/has. let him find gay. and scream forever. you see, there's necessary evil, which i understand and can cope with. they happy at least for a time.

and then there's gay. you damn me. i can damn you. or don't you understand when i tell you that thing is infinitely cruel? and my father?

treachery like this is answered by what i deal out. he liked me/loved me; and is it not sick? destroyed me anyhow.