The death of a best friend

by BloodScars   Aug 24, 2005


Not this again
I\'m just me
this is all fuc.ked up
leave me be

i hate you and the way you move
i hate you and the way you think
i hate you more than anything
i hate you more than today

you thought i was your friend
but I've always hated you
your too fu cking mean
for our friendship to be true

so leave little one
before you die
and i don't care
if you f ucking cry

your not me and I'm not you
so stop trying to be
i know what i see
I'm better than you

I'm a lot nice a lot prettier too
even though I'm larger
i have a nicer body than you
so get on your way
and leave my sight
before i call the police
o what a night

you thought we were the best friends
but now you know
i don't want to see you
but maybe you'll grow

the times we spent together
were all lies
you don't know anything about me
fake was the cries

i love lying to people i hate
thinking they know me better than anyone
well now you know you know know me
so get the fu.ck away and let me be

o let me hold your hand
before you go and die
NOT i will never help you again
i wont even try

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