Unstitchable

Don't pass me by,
I don't ever want to see you again.
And yet you make me cry,
Because I actually called you a friend.
Why can't anyone see?
That I'm the only trustworthy one.
And those moments pass my head,
like a show going on rerun.

Can't stare into your eyes anymore,
because I fear that face.
That face which had the power,
to get my heart to unlace.

You asked for my heart,
and you asked for my friendship.
And I gave you a part,
Now it bears an unstitchable rip.

Why'd you do this to me?
Why'd you leave me alone?
You traded this friendship for fakeness,
Your true colors have shown.
Needless to say,
I saw through you all along.
But in a my heart,
Was a feeling very strong.

I prayed and prayed,
hoping you wouldn't have me betrayed.
And that feeling overpowered my head,
"Power Corrupts" it is said.
I fell for your trick,
And it really was sick.
What shames me more, though, my friend,
is that this game has no end.
Because once again I forgave you,
and now I've got no idea what you're going to do.
Nothing left for me to pray for,
except that maybe,
you'll stop playing games...
and realize my heart is sore.

One thing you've done that I will remember till the end,
is that you dazzled me with words but you never really were a friend.
I've been through a lot of trauma,
Many unbearable.
But this wound hurts more than your daily drama,
For it is purely, basically, simply, unfortunately...
unstitchable.