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7:31am Yesterday
Tears stream down my face
I sit crying wanting to be wanted
But its just a waste
Crying for what reason or whose to blame?
You point and stare
I keep to my self
I continue writing in shame
“ True Friends
Many people think that their friends are true
Unlike mine I could be sad or blue
They wouldn’t care
Would you?
Pain of no support and everyone turning on you
But truly do you know what you did, do you?….”
I cry harder
but no one seem to care enough to scream my name
Thinking to my self
“ What’s there left to gain?”
Nothing I hear myself reply
So why live when you can die…?
I sit crying wanting to be wanted
But its just a waste
Crying for what reason or whose to blame?
You point and stare
I keep to my self
I continue writing in shame
“ True Friends
Many people think that their friends are true
Unlike mine I could be sad or blue
They wouldn’t care
Would you?
Pain of no support and everyone turning on you
But truly do you know what you did, do you?….”
I cry harder
but no one seem to care enough to scream my name
Thinking to my self
“ What’s there left to gain?”
Nothing I hear myself reply
So why live when you can die…?
Comments
very good poem i know what its like to find out who your true friends are xxxx
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