The death of Friendship

By , Wood Dale, IL
The death of friendship
Ah if only my words could be said
The retched heart ranking pain that won’t go away
All the nights I stayed up making excuses for what they did to me
All the lies they said
All the things they did
All this time wasted

Worst part of all of this I blame myself most days
I think when they ditch me; I’m not worth anything to them
And I need to change
I think when they lie to me, I’m not worthy of their truth
And I need to change
I think when they walk on me like dirt, I’m not worthy of their kindness
And I need to change

I think too much of the past, then the present them
I forgive too easily
The truth is they are not worth it
I am not an evil person
I care and do the best I can
I don’t need to change
But they do to keep our friendship alive





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