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by jailbird08 Apr 21, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Busted and broken, feelings wont open, now what do you expect me to do. I trusted you far to much, for some reason you couldnt handle feelings of this such, but dont worry i wont let you know again. I wont tell anymore secrets, lies wont even be there, only unspoken words will be whisperd between common people and the cold air. Dont look to me for help, for none will be welcome, Dont look to me to change the fate that was once unspoken. I promise i wont regret what was a friendship that was great, but i promise i will regret the friendship that you truely did hate. Dont worry about my brudens, you wont get to help me solve, and dont worry about the helpless me i'll find my own way to evolve. Hunny i now hate you, now what are you going to do, you f**ked it up on your own, a priceless effect of hated you'v scr*wed up all alone. (this went to a friend who went behind my back and messed everything for me up, he really made me mad)