A friend

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None of you realised
That I thought I would be
Dead by now,
I can see your grip tightening
On my crown,
Ready to rip it off me
When I finally fall down.
The only real talk we
Need to have is,
When and how?
Blood dripping,
Sanity slipping,
What will I really be missing?
No one notices the pain,
Instead of looking at me,
It's at themselves in vain.
Not caring about the stains,
On my shirt
And soul,
Nothing is going to make me whole.
It's time I stepped into my role.
You call yourself my friend?
I was hurting,
Did you know?

You call yourself my friend?I was hurting,Did you know?

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