He said one thing,
But meant another.
He tells me one thing,
Tells her another.
He makes me feel like
Everything is falling,
Yet he'll hold it up if it's about to crush me.
I never felt more scared to cry,
Or slice away at my wrists. For
If he knows about it,
His trust I will truly miss.
For every tear that falls for him,
Another cut appears.
On my arm, I see his name.
Delicate and his own.
For eternity, I will love him,
Even if he's long forgotten
About a best friend he used to know.
