2014 poem poetry friendship love hurt angst anxiety suffering
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For me its gold
But for them its dirt
The way they treat
The way they speak
But whatever it is
It doesnt fit
They came along
Both singing a song
But how fast they came
Friends? What is that?
I sure don't know
Because I've lost all of mine.
Friends are suppose to stick around,
But they leave as soon as you need them,
You were always there for them,
There is something about the cold,still air
That made your senses sharpen
And suddenly, you see every hair on your arm, standing up
And feel small bumps infecting your skin,
I guess what it all boils down to
is my unspoken question;
would you like me more if I
were more like you?
If I was dying inside,
if you knew that I had problems to hide,
