Unspoken words

I wrote this letter in my head,
And you'll never read a word,
So many things are left unsaid,
I'm starting to think being your friend is obsurred.

Because all you do is use me,
Busy with other friends,
I know I make it sound like it's all about me,
But all you think about is yourself.

I wish you had a little grace,
To pay me some respect,
All the times I've stayed up late,
Just incase you need my help.

But when I help you out,
You tell me everyone's advice,
Turns out I haven't a clue what I'm talking about,
And that all of your other friends are nice.

Well you're fortunate,
To be able to trust others,
I've always been unfortunate,
I can't trust anyone.

Well I can trust you,
But you don't really care,
You pretend you do,
When you go and wonder everywhere.

Whilst your out having fun,
I'm stuck here writing a poem,
About how inside I feel so numb,
And about I wish you could know it.

It's your birthday tomorrow,
I'm writing you a letter,
Who knows wether I'll show you this poem,
And who knows if I'll feel any better...