You say I stole him, and your poetry too.
But really, your the one that stole my life.
I don't call him my boyfriend, I don't call myself his wife.
Just, back away!
Other wise, on my hatred list you will stay.
Stop calling me names, and making up lies.
and writing hatred poems, that have your final good-byes.
I'm sick of being walked on like a door mat.
I'm sick of being called dumb and most of all fat.
Even thought you don't laugh, you're never there by my side.
Were you there for me the night I almost died?
Were you there when I cried?
No, didn't think so.
We used to be best friends, but what made you stoop so low?
Maybe we shouldn't be friends, because all you do is lie
But when I tell you this all do to is cry
Fellow best friend, become a better friend, or it's over.
and I'll finally laugh and won't cry.
And most of all, most of the time, I won't want to die.
