BeautifulWriter224
His Poem
I've said this a lot
And I'll say it again
You can't live without me
But in a way you can
You could forget all that we've been through
Could pretend I never existed
You can say you faked that love
You faked those feelings
You faked everything
Just to save your sorry butt
From embarrassment from everyone around you
Because apparently you're surrounded
By everyone who barely even cares
About you and what you do
For they don't know you like I did
And sometimes I wished
We never met and now I regret
Sticking around and sticking up for you
Lying and keeping all your secrets
When I could come out and tell the truth
You're afraid but you don't admit it
You're hurt but you hide it inside
You're blinded by your own truth
Because you cannot recognize
That everything I say
Is true in a simple way
You've said so yourself
You're hated for who you are
By family and friends
And they're the ones who've left the scar
The reason why you kept it secret
The reason why it's never clear
You're feelings; you're thoughts, even your own heart
My dear
I've rhymed my way about your life
Maybe it's your turn to go on strike
It's your turn to live
The way you want to
Being different sounds bad
But it's the way you listen
To all the stuff that they say
And now you're wishing your own life away
With desires of love and desires of hate
Maybe it will go away
Along with the feelings of me to stay
For I no longer know you
The person I fell in love with
And befriended is now long gone
And the person I'm stuck with
Has made me hate everyone just like you
The way you treat me
The way you act
The way you'll go behind my back
The way this friendship is a lie
The way this friendship must say good-bye
But it's not like you care
No not at all why would it matter to you
Since our friendship is so small
You say this is real
But I say this is pretend
That this is all fake
And we'll never make amends
Because you can't pitch in
Not anymore
Because the people you're with
Have taken your soul
So this is good-bye
And it may seem like the end
But this is just the beginning
And maybe we'll say hello again
(C) Copyrigh October 5, 2010
Christina aka BeautifulWriter224
All Rights Reserved
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