Tears stream down my faceI sit crying wanting to be wantedBut its just a wasteCrying for what reason or whose to blame?You point and stareI keep to my selfI continue writing in shame “ True FriendsMany people think that their friends are trueUnlike mine I could be sad or blue They wouldn’t careWould you?Pain of no support and everyone turning on youBut truly do you know what you did, do you?….”I cry harder but no one seem to care enough to scream my nameThinking to my self “ What’s there left to gain?”Nothing  I hear myself replySo why live when you can die…?  

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very good poem i know what its like to find out who your true friends are xxxx