I’m Left

People keep telling me to deal with it, to grow up, to get some skin. I don't know how they expect me to do it. I'm left with the knowledge that a person I once believed to be my best friend has been bullying me for three years, in many different ways. I'm left with the knowledge that she hates me, that she believes I'm spoiled and rich, that she believes I'm not a good friend. I'm left with the knowledge that this girl has said the worst possible things to me and called me the worst possible things, for years. And yet, I'm supposed to grow up? I'm supposed to deal with it? I'm supposed to grow some skin? I'm left with the knowledge that my own parents believe I should move past this, that I should let it go. I'm left with the knowledge that the people I thought were my friends expect me to forgive her and be her friend? I'm left with the knowledge that none of them care about me. I'm left with the knowledge that I'm left alone. I'm left with the knowledge I have a bunch of fake friends who are more willing to let their friend be bullied than talk about it and risk breaking the "friend group" apart. I'm left with the knowledge that I care about these people, but not a single one care about the tears that run down my cheeks that are caused by the insecurities from my own friends. I'm left with the knowledge that I'm left by myself. I'm left.