we hang all day, every day, all week
all together as 'friends' and yet we hardly speak
sometimes i'll catch you staring, like i'm some kind of freak
oh, my dear 'friends', how did life get so bleak
i noticed once and thought, 'i'm over-thinking it, that's all'
it happened more often and who'd of thought my downfall
Would be my so-called friends who made me feel so small
Who helped build me up then enjoyed watching me fall
i thought friends looked out for each other, that kind of thing
stick together, through it all; how many bells does that ring
i had hope but your bat of cruelty took a swing
now i'm barely holding on by the end of a string
so come at me, i dare you, take your best shot
i was foolish, i know, for having the thought
that someone could like or even have a soft spot
for the nothingness that's me; my existence means naught
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silent whispers | o.h.
Poetrythoughts that whisper in my mind buried deep, it's hard to find screams for attention so desperate and violent yet to others its deathly silent * * * {Monthly Updates} | On hold
