Her Name, My Name
I wrote her a note
She wrote me a note
I’m done with her
She said she’s done with me
She copies and steals
It’s filled with lies
She just wants to
I can’t hold back the tears
Be like me
I was her best friend
She treated me horribly
She threw me away like trash
I felt like trash
I was her best friend
I was her best friend
I heard she’s still crying
I cried for two weeks
She should be
I was her best friend
I talked it over with my friends
I talk to my friends
She didn’t deserve me
I’ve been betrayed
She never did
I pull the knife out of my back
Staring at the blood
Dripping like my tears to the floor
I was her best friend
She was my best friend
She only caused me pain
Or so I say
All eyes are on me
All eyes are on her
I smile wickedly
They never asked me
She’s such a horrible friend
If I really was a horrible friend
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The Feeling Of Being Used
PoetryBeing best friends is fun for most people, right? When your only purpose is to make her popular you have the feeling of being used. It ended with just a little note.