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You crumpled up what I had given you But it was also something you have given me, too. It was something important, something that no one could replace. You stole what I gave you, and left without a trace. The thing you stole was something that took a lifetime to give. It was one of the things I needed to live. What made you do this to me? What made you flee? After what you did to me, to ruin my life. It was like another knife Slashing at me again, but worse. You gave me something more than a curse. You crumpled up the trust that I gave you, And you threw it away, after the "friendship" that we grew. Now there is nothing left of

I feel horrible About everything. There's no point of pretending to care for me. I know when no one gives a shit. Is it that hard to just be alive for a reason? I want to be alive to be me. Not a third wheel. Not just a friend for benefit. My mind is full And I can't get the words in my head out. I hate you. I hate how you call yourself my best friend When I'm only there for a third wheel. You ask me to become friends with his friends But seriously? I wasn't born to fucking serve you. I tried And I tried I can't always be your servant. I don't want to be your servant. I hate that we don't even do anything together. We don

A l o n e The only reason you use me Is if they're not there. The only reason that you talk to me Is because no one else is there Why can't I feel like I'm in this world for a reason? A reason that isn't just for you But for me too When is it my chance to become who I am? Why do you always use me? It's not funny anymore... It hurts. A lot.

Turn your face, my friend, and look at me. You'll see that I'm turned against you You wonder why, but can't you see? My dear friend, you are one of the few The few that decide to use me for yourself and your pleads. But no, if you look again, You'll see that I'm not there anymore for your stupid needs. But this isn't your bargain. You think that you can use me whenever you want to. No. Not anymore. I've finally come through. Even though I'm broken and sore. I guess this is who I am and will be. The person to be used. But I opened the cage, and set myself free. I was used to comfort you, used to make you feel better, but you st

You talk She talks You guys have a blast. Look behind you. It's me. In the shadows. I see you talking to her. I see you laughing. I see you. But it turns out that you don't see me. You even do it when I'm there. Laugh with her. Smile with her. Joke around with her. What about me? Guess I'm just a doll. Just something to be made fun of. Whatever. It's not like you actually cared. You guys can talk. Flirt. I'll just sit here and listen in to both of your laughter. Sitting here hearing the sound of ripping. While you two laugh and have fun. Who's the girl, you ask? Oh, no one, really. Just my best friend, that's all.

My words I can't express Why are you different? Why are you so different from the other types of people? I know... Unique is a good trait But That's not it. We never talk Not a single word We act like we're not there What happened to the old us? The old us that used to laugh Care for each other And to be there for each other? Now we have nothing. We're fading Fading so much We can't do anything now It's like we're strangers Strangers to each other and what we do Sometimes I wonder what happened to us To you To me But most of all What happened to the past? The love Laughter Now it's depression Cutting And suicidal

Crying Moaning Groaning Complaining When can you open your eyes When can you see that you have an amazing life. Compared to mine. Sometimes there are rough turns Sharper knives Open your eyes. See that you have a great life. A good reputation. No need to complain about it. But yes We all want attention We all want people to see who we are. But there isn't a need to complain And whine. Sometimes, I wish I had your life. So why do you always complain?

Left alone Laughed at Prodded Toyed around with All those things you did Can you see that I'm hurting inside? I dedicate this poem I dedicate it to the people who have hurt me. The ones who used me Only when I was in a 'good mood' You tease me with my pains What are friends? I don't know anymore. All I know is that friends hurt you They injure you in every way possible. They stab you in your back And bring you down. They're the ones that ignore you when you're down Ignore you when you cut Ignore your cries for help Your blood gushes from your wounds But they don't see you. They don't see you at all.

You don't know at all, How this feels It's the blinding pain, The breath taking agony, The hurt inside of me... I'm always hurting... The question is, Will I live? But the answer... It depends on how you act What you do Will I live? The pain... It's a tugging at the heart The pulling the flesh Ripping Tearing Shredding The chilling feeling Down my heart Like lightning. I always wonder, my dear, How you're feeling Do you care? Like you cared for me before... I still remember the past Oh, How wonderful it was We had no worries It was... Amazing... But sadly... Things changed Over the days Weeks Months Slowly.