People always say,
"I'm here for you, you know?"
but when you actually need them,
they're just sitting back to watch the show.
And they watch you bleed,
they watch you cry,
then when you're mad,
they wonder why.
You keep going back,
because you think they've finally come around,
but eventually you realize
they were hoping you had drowned.
They weren't wrong though,
they were here when you were down,
but not in the way you were hoping,
they wanted you to drown.
A/N: Again not my best, I know. I have so many ideas and just can't get them down. It's like they're... stuck. I'm just kinda stuck, listening to never surrender by skillet waiting for my floodgates of writing to open. I know, I'm weird. Sorry for the shitty poems.
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