I have this gnawing feeling under my skin:

I have this gnawing feeling under my skin:
like I have the right to be cold af and to shun (and fuck up) relationships/friendships, and not be there when they need "emotional" support of some sort, because, shit, they weren't there when I needed them, and well,
they don't know a thing.
I suffered and died in silence,
so don't expect anything from me,
you little shits.
[this is not a poem, btw]