Tears

'Friends'

A/N: There's quite a bit of finger pointing in this, and I know the people who I want to read this will. I'm sure they don't even realize how I feel, ahah.

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Call me what you will, friend, buddy, comrade,

I know you don't give three shits.

For if you did, you would have noticed

the way I'm drowning in my own tears.

I'm gasping for help, yet you avert your gaze.

Why am I always the one running behind you, saving your ass?

And now I'm done with being your lifeboat.

I'm already too punctured to be used, so go find someone else.

I'll be there, in my usual corner.

With my canvas or book,

waiting for the day someone will come,

someone who I will call my 'friend.'