The strange thing is
You just randomly started hating me
Well not randomly
It started as soon as your precious got there
Maybe you just needed someone to comfort you while she was gone
That's so low
Like lower than low
And then you call me fake
I don't need friends like that
I don't want friends like that
And the thing with me always wanting more friends
I don't
More friends means more drama
You just are my kryptonite
Always have been
And probably always will be
Thanks for breaking me tonight though
It was nice to cry until my eyes hurt so bad I can barely blink
Sleepings gonna be fun
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Words With No Limit
PoetryJust some of my thoughts. Some poems I've written myself. And some I've gotten from other things. Read on(: Thanks and love you guys!
