My dear friend,
you always want to be right
but do you ever think about how I feel?
I never speak my mind
because if I do, shit is about to get real.
My dear friend,
now I said what I said
and I won't apologize for it.
I thought you would understand
but I guess it's not meant to be.
My dear friend,
our friendship was like gold
but something broke down and went wrong.
Now you keep telling me it's all my fault
but it took me time to realise it's not.
My dear friend,
I don't want to hear a thing you say.
What I need is understanding and respect.
Unfortumately, you treated me the wrong way.
Our frinedship has finally reached its end.
One last thing, my dear friend,
remember that I made scars on my thigh
right after our last fight.
Because of you I was feeling guilty at night
but it's not my fault, keep that in mind.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryЖивотът ме направи една бъркотия от емоции. Оплитам се в собствения си хаос с всеки изминал ден и чувството е задушаващо. Но изкуството освобождава душата ми от болката и я превръща в нещо красиво. Това е мигът, в който се чувствам свободна. Думите...
