(Imagine this poem as echoes, or text messages. This poem isnt from anyone on Wattpad)
Hello?
My freind?
I see you left me,
Agian...
Are you,
A freind?
Was it me,
Once agian?
The one who makes world Hell?
A person who can't be understood?
The person who is dying inside,
Getting closer and closer to death?
I'm littarly dying, yet, you laugh at me.
Are you really a freind?
Or do you want me for something else?
A fake freind, is no freind of mine.
(A/N:) Hey guys. If you have a fake freind, cut them off, before they cut you. Find people you love and adore, with similar interests. Someone who understands you. I found those people, I wish for you to aswell.
4/07/20
