End

There is tears in my eyes,
from what you've done.
There running down my face,
what did I do wrong?
I want to talk,
but your not here to listen.
When will we talk again,
because I can't live on,
knowing your not my friend.
I stayed home from school today,
wondering why i feel the way I do.
It's because I don't want to lose you,
your my best friend.
I cried at school the next day,
saying," why did it have to end."