You told me you'd stay.
You told me you weren't like them.
I saw the signs but I was blinded by your promises.
I warned you.
It started with him and spread to her then you.
The disease that follows me through.
I'm done with friends,
That's what I've learned from you.
That no one really is there for me, only for you.
I know you will continue just like they do,
And forget me like them too.
Maybe I will be a shadow in your memory like some do, or a killer jerk that you hold things against to.
I warned you,
You signed the line,
Heard my warnings.
It's not my fault that's true,
But you lied and I'm done with you.
No one is true.
They say their different but that's far from the truth
You say you won't leave but look where that got you.
I hope you will love life before and after I do,
But I'm done with "friends"
And I'm done with you.
I've figured out what was wrong with you.
It was that I was there, and it disturbed you.
I may not be perfect like them, and that I've said many times before.
But I hope you live your life like never before.
Have hope that a new will come.
That a friend is there,
Because there they are.
And they won't leave you.
After all, you aren't plagued like me or them at all.
And no I don't mean her or him.
I mean the one that's there that you have left.
It's starting for her to and to my regret,
Because of you I have also left.
No not the shadow that you hate,
No not the loud mouth,
No not her or him or they.
It's them yes them, and their falling away.
So save them before they break away.
And become like me far away.
This is not a threat of anger or sadness.
This is not of plea for forgiveness.
This is not a competition to compete in.
This is not a message to be shown to your friends.
This is not what you make it out to be.
This is just for you to know from me,
That I had hoped but did not succeed and for you to help her before she becomes like me.
No not her the one that bleeds beyond the shadows where no one can see.
No not like that, that where you see.
You have to break the wall that concedes the internal bleed that you can no longer see.
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It's a Sometimes thing
PoetryA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.