What is friendship?
Is it all just broken memories?
They say that real friends don't leave,
but whose to say they exist?
All the good times spent together,
They just end up to be memories, broken.
We're always told,
a friend would never hurt us.
Can you really say you've never been hurt?
With each moment passing by,
we live believing and relying on those we call friends.
that it's only a matter of time,
before they become,