Poems or something

Part 8

In the first year we became friends,
In school we followed trends,
We watched shows,
And talked always with good intends.

In the second year it began to change,
Out of three became two,
Which in it's own wasn't strange,
Because for why we knew.

In the third year we grew apart,
I refused to think about it,
But to you i closed with iron chain's my heart,
I guess there it really started bit by bit.

The fourth year is now here,
Lately from you i rarely hear,
Isn't it sad how things have changed,
I guess the events from now will follow unchanged.

I have grown tired of giving,
Tired of forgiving,
Say Richie have you ever noticed,
How my smiles became fake,
How much i tried for the bond not to break.

Have you noticed how often i cried,
To the point where inside it felt like i died.

But now i am done,
I had enough of you and if needed will fight you with a gun,
I found people who care,
Where i feel i belong there.

I am sorry but i will let go,
Slowly distant i will grow,
This is cowardly i know,
But i am done with you so,

Goodbye my dear friend.