Good Things, Bad Thoughts.

The friends i have,
aren't friends at all.
They hate me,
and wish upon my fall.

I have nothing to live for,
no one to be,
i hate to hear them,
and the mean things they speak.

The one thing i live for,
I don't even have.
He's only to look at,
And talk while I'm sad.

They never dry up,
Those tears in my eyes.
Alone in my room,
I think and then cry.

When i hear his voice,
I feel a bit better.
But he's really not there,
he's with her, there together.

When will it be my turn?
When will i get to see?
That pretty boys face,
Sitting, Staring, at me.

Loving me,
With all that he's got,
and realizing,
loving her was just a bad thought.