To My Backstabbers

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  • Dedicated to Everyone who's in battle
                                    

Just typed this like 15 minutes ago. This is not exactly poetry but..

I was having a crappy day and my mind instructed what my fingers would type out frantically.

This was actually my way to cool off thigs a bit.

I hope they get to see this.

I hate them.

I hate them a lot.

They are (or was it were?) my friends.

I feel broken.

Just thought to post this thing.

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what can you do?

what can you say?

walking in the hallways

don't let them turn down your day

welcome to the earth

just hold on tight

welcome to the universe

stay strong,  it'll be alright

wipe those tears

and don't ever let them see

of what their doing to you

it'll only make them happy

ignore and don't bother

fake smiles and fake laughters

though I know your crumbling inside

hold on tight, hold on tight.

what truly hurts most

is that they are your friends

friends who turned their backs

and proved themselves as sh*t

why would they do that?

waste their time throwing knives?

all the blood has dripped

from the scars and pain

Was it really worth it?

Or was it not?

We'll just say:

congratulations, my dear friend

you just found yourself another enemy

now I realized they were all wearing masks

how foolish of me to think they are true

all those things; vanished, gone and wasted

broken, shattered, tormented

now you're acting

like nothing's happened

congratulations witch

you just won best actress

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