These are two poems. One poem is called "My Friend" and the other is called Poison. You can easily tell which poem is which.
My friend,
My friend,
There's only one I have,
She lets me be depressive,
She lets me be sad.
Am I really so broken,
So broken to the extent,
That my friend won't help me,
Or even bother to look my way.
The betrayal,
The betrayal,
Of the one I thought I knew.
She was mad,
I was rude,
And now I don't know what to do.
Should I laugh?
Should I cry?
Should I slit my wrists and say goodbye?
I ask you,
What do I do,
And you turn to me and say,
"I can't choose for you."
It's putrid,
The acid,
That's burning my skin.
Messenger birds,
Delivering the words,
Submerging my mind in waters spring.
It's horrid,
This closed lid,
Keeping deadly thoughts in my mind.
Killer kids,
Mostly the mids,
Keeping me on the darkest side.
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