Friends?..

[only*cause*you*pain*]

You called me a whore so many times.
Then you were my friend.
Everything I did, you did.
It'd never end.
Sure, some times were fun.
You've went after him,
Everytime we were done.
You say we're best friends.
But, do you really mean it?
Do you really want it?
It feels weird,
I feel you're closer to him,
Than me.
It shouldn't, but..
That scares me.
I'm so confuzed.
About everything.
Everything seems wrong.
Like it's turning against me.
Why?
Why'd you do all this?
To get closer to him?
Are we really friends?
Or do you just like to fuck with people?

 

[RitalinGurrl]

I am not sure what your circumstance is, but it sounds like you are angry and hurt...for some reason, your poem just struck me as the exact content of this album, it's Ani DiFranco's, 'Dilate'. A truly amazing album, filled with her passion,strength, anger and hurt. I may be way off on my assumptions, but it's an amazing album nonetheless that i think everyone should listen to at least once

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"Maybe some other time.. Fuck you very much."

 

[Roxie]

Why do the people that we think that are our best friends suddenly seem to be the worst? Why is it that you are expected to be there for them every time they have yet another crisis? Why is it that you lose contact with your other friends to comfort your "best friend"? And why is it that when you need them the most, you can't turn to them because they aren't there?

 

[only*cause*you*pain*]

*claps*.. Exactly the point I was trying to get across.. Nicely put though, Roxie.. Thank you for understanding..