Her

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I don't know why I'm jealous,

She's suffering,

She's hurting,

But I wish she was gone.


Because she has it worst than me,

But she's more open than me,

My friends help her more than me

They notice her more than me.


It's like I'm watching on the outside,

I laugh with them,

I sing with them,

But it's like if I wasn't there it wouldn't make a difference.


Unlike my friends,

I keep my feelings in,

They don't know when the blade pierces my flesh,

They don't know when the thoughts run through my mind.


I guess it's my fault,

I hate her,

My fault,

I hate my best friend.


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