It's hard to have friends when you ask them “whats wrong?” and they push you away.
When everyday they make it feel like you caused their pain, when they give you that annoyed look, only to you.
Then they ask why your crying, why these tears are streaming down your face like waterfalls, you really don't know why?
They don't realize that if they don't tell me anything why should i tell you anything?
Why would i tell you my problems if your not even going to listen or ever tried to help me?
This is why i stay alone so i don't have to worry and be rejected when i ask whats wrong? So i don't have to break anymore.
I don't want to cry because your too stubborn to tell me why you wont talk to me, why you won’t talk to someone who wants to listen, someone whos here for you.
Sometimes i wonder… is this a real friendship i hold or are you here so i can be your punching bag?
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Poesiathese are poems about what i go through in my everyday life. some my not make sense that's just how I am... I make no sense. have fun reading
