Best Friends....Not

by Brie Anna   May 8, 2008


Your toixc to my life
how could i be so blind
such a controling person
such a bad mind
you hurt me when your happy
you hurt me when your sad
you hurt me badly when your mad
i wear these scars on my body that you've given me
i wear them on the soul to but those you can not see
you made me afraird of frienship
you really screwed up my life
your a phycoitic super b i t c h
an obseccive stalking freakle faced freak
i don't understand why no one else can see
just how ugly you are skin deep
now you took away your pretty
i hate your insides and your out
you say "i don't want to hurt you brie anna"
as your fingers pinch my skin
"your my best friend brie anna"
as you hit me across my face
"i'm sorry i don't want to be in a fight brie anna
so can we be friends again?"
i forgive you and deny you
so you call me names and hurt me again
i don't understand you
why me...

© Brie Anna Cherry Jello Press ©

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