Why are friendships so nice?
But also so awful?
Every time
It seems to be going well
And then something happens
Often my fault I'd say
I feel delusional when it happens
Realizing I shouldn't have thought
This could go a long way
How many more do I need to lose?
To see that it's not good for me
Or anyone else I've known
They'll move on
But I'll still be picking up the pieces
To mend as much as I can
Why do I still try?
I know it won't last
But I know if I never try
Than I miss every chance I don't take
I don't belong having friends
So I keep it to a minimum
But even that minimum
Scares me at times
I feel I messed up
And when I do I hide
Or at least apologize
Even if that 'Sorry' is fake or not
When it is fake or real
I make them both so sincere
I doubt many could tell the difference there
I don't belong having friends
Or being myself
I belong alone
In my little hidey hole
With the dust and the shadows
Like any disgrace should go
So I'll be here
On the cold hard floor
Under the darkness
Where I should go
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PoetryOkay, I like writing poems, I never wanna post em on here incase they get stolen by someone, I'd like to put the ones I have into a book I plan to traditionally publish in the future. This book is gonna be filled of poems I ain't using for that futu...
