Late night poems

friends?

when i think of friends, i think of the people that make me want to give them the world

and i know that me being around and talking is just a waist of words

i talk they don't listen

i stay quiet they move on to something different

i say something stupid and i can't get it out of my head

"when did the subject go from this to something about you?" my friend said

i don't know why it hurt so much

i don't know why i brought it up

sure that subject wasn't really relevant

i thought you wouldn't care and maybe just ignore it

it was thought in my mind reminding me that i'm not special

so maybe, just maybe it's not worth the hassle

words, they're useless unless people want to hear you

so why speak at all, when the only thing they expect is for you to enjoy the view

the view of groups and pairs that you'll never be apart of....