People say they're my friends
But where are they when I wake up in some weirdo's bed
Stripped of my clothes and my dignity
I remember wanting a little breathing space but I wasn't the one to take off my shirt
I apparently screamed about hash browns but I don't remember
They say they're my friends but for him it was just a mistake and won't happen again
He's given a free pass cause he's your friend?
What happens if he gets drunk and rapes some girl
Will you still give him a pass then?
Give the excuse he was drunk and didn't know what was happening?
Even though there's bite marks and scratches all over
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Gloom
PoetryA collection of poems that vary in sadness and happiness, Some are sad and the thought of them hurts Poetry marked mature cause you never know and i like to be prepared But have a look and see if you like I wonder if I can make your heart hurt the...
