~a poem about losing a friend~
I don't care that she's mad at me
She could hate me for all I care
What bothers me is that she
Would never hate without a cause
I don't care if she ignores me
Or if she tells me to leave her alone
I just don't know why she's mad
And won't pick up the phone
We use to be so close
And we were getting along fine
Until I...until I...
I don't even know
It has to be my fault. Right?
I mean I have messed up before
But then again I usually know the reason
And I could just wait it out.
She is not doing well
I can see it on her face.
But there's nothing I can do.
I know I've tried.
I don't care that she's made at me
Or that I have to leave her alone
What hurts is. It being able to help
And not knowing what I did.
