Dedication to a Dead Friendship

Why are you the way you are?
You treat me like shit, with your constant criticism.
But did you ever look at yourself? Truly?

You behave as if I have no thoughts; no feelings.
I am lower than nothing to you; a doormat for you to tread on.
But you are the tainted one, not me.

You say that I am heartless; a body without a soul.
Though I must have had a heart at one time because you hurt me.
I know my heart was there, for I felt it bleed.

If my heart is dying then yours is decaying ten times quicker.
And if by chance my heart died long ago,
You can be sure yours was dead the day of your birth.