ask yourself and answer honestly.
would you really miss me? would you even remember my name? or would you forget me and the things I've done?
i would have died to know that anyone loved me. and i guess i learned the hard way that you don't.
im broken because of you. you are everything i fear of becoming. everything i fear that some day the rest of the 4 friends i have to become.
you are why i am afraid of every one i meet. you are the reason i fear having friends who i can't trust. but then again if you can't trust them then they are not real friends.
your dear friend
P.S.
i wish i could have been a fighter so you would never know the taste of victory.
YOU ARE READING
Me, Myself And Us.
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING! This is just stuff I written and feel someone who has had a tough time with just life would want to read.
