Friendship.

by Poppy   Sep 3, 2004


Friendship is a lie,
A way of getting by,
A way of hiding behind others,
Most end up running for their mothers.

Friendship is pointless,
They end,
Some mend,
Still they have no point.

I’ve been hurt,
Torn apart,
Ignored,
Left.

I stand bitter,
I hide away,
From you all,
And your friendship.

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