Friday, October 18, 2019

My friend...really?

In the entire journey of being your friend, I have never felt this hurt. It feels as if you held a butcher knife, and plunged it through my heart, leaving it there, unattended to, bleeding, darkening, like my life. During our friendship, I felt taken for granted once, twice, probably a hundred times; I let it go, because you told me, you swore That you loved me and despised yourself For not being a good friend, so to help I told you you were a great friend. This time, I feel abandoned A little betrayed and a lot lonely; My last days on our common land, And all that I am packing is surely Not what I should have in my bag.

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