This is not really a poem
i just had to write something to get it off my...
I thought that no matter what happened
we would always be friends...
I could talk to you about anything
And I did, I told you everything...
You are such a good girl...
What happened to you...
Stop talking about us behind our back,
stop being a b**** and cut us some slack...
Maybe I should hate you for this, raise my voice...
call you names and hurt you tell you to go to...
I thought we had the most perfect friendship
i thought we'd be together forever...
Shes mad
And you take her side...
Behind your back we whisper, spreading tales...
I wonder if you already know, or when...
You don't talk to me anymore,
i might as well be something on the floor...
I guess i never realized this
before today i cried...
How can you stab your friend in the back twice
and still think that you can be my friend...