I don't really like this poem, but it's true and I know it would make a better story than a poem, but I am not a story teller.
Did you know I almost killed myself?
Just last week.
Because I felt I had no one to talk to.
For nine months you were my best friend,
Just because I already had someone to love.
Then it was over between me and him
and you slowly dissappeared.
I had feelings for you,
you knew it,
the whole time I was with him
you knew.
I threw myself at you and nothing
no "I like you too."
Just "You already told me that."
Maybe I shouldnt have kissed you,
although it was just the cheek
you did nothing so I gave up.
Days turned to weeks.
Things got akward.
I felt like I couldnt talk to you.
You didnt want to hear what I had to say.
Then my ex said me existing pissed him off.
I lost it.
Me existing was beginning to pissed me off too.
I had no one to talk to
No one I trusted.
While the voice saying "no" was fading,
the one saying "It would be SO easy" was deafening.
I was lucky someone spoke up.
I finally got the nerve to pick up the phone.
I dialed your number
You answered.
I told you everything,
I cried!
You didnt believe me!
I've never lied to you
I dont know why
But the fact that you dont believe me
kills me more than any knife or gun ever could.
But the fact that we're not friends
is even worse.
