Painship

by Black Heart Still Beating   Aug 1, 2009


Away form the problem.
away form the source.
To wards confrontation.
to wards the pain.
A grudge is an ugly thing.
I found out that hate is too.
A best friend turned against you.
One wrong word,
your world may change.
You step out of your life
you go into the pain.
Its numbing.
Its altering.
This thing called hate;
it resembles confrontation,
frustration,
resentment.
These things are strong but so am I.
I run away,
for my life.
From my life.
things have changed once again.
it seems to me you are a trust worthy friend.
Although friend turns into Fiend really quit fast.
I hope this time are friendship might last.

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