Lost my Only friend today
Tommorow we go seperate ways.
His Sorrow wasn't as deep as mine
It hurt to say that i was fine.
Next day i'll be all alone
Surrounded by my books and phone.
He ain't dead but he lost to me
It hurts more that way can't you see.
My heart wrenches spilling out cries weeping, sobbing in his demise.
~It ain't fair
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Masked Melodies
PoetryPoems and verses which uncover depression and ideals. Basically a teenage mind that rhymes.
