I never thought I'd see the day,
When I called you a friend.
I know it used to happen all the time,
But those days seemed to end.
After what you did to her,
How you hurt my best friend.
At some point I seemed to forgive you,
When me and her came to an end.
You hurt me too,
let's not forget.
I lost everything,
Because you thought me a pet.
And yet, somehow, I describe you as friend.
Let's see, once more, how this is brought to an end.
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A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
