(a Christmas Present) For the Friends Who Hurt Me.
Blame myself, watching you walk away.
Tears run down quivering lips and stinging eyes.
It’s a feeling not unknown,
It’s a feeling which I know all too well.
You changed to fit in.
With the description that other people wrote for you.
You forget who you were meant to be.
A friend who was meant for me.
You insults hurt no more,
My heart ceases to ache.
I stop and look down.
Your mockery and betrayal
Will be
Our very last memory.
I wipe my tears
Sunlight now burns my eyes
A smile cracks my lips,
Realising I’m not the one to blame.
My friend one day the day will come,
The day you learn your mistake.
Now you look in the mirror
And as your reflection stares back
You drown in your tears
Just like I did.
But walk away. Don’t turn back…
Because I won’t be standing there
Waiting for you.
(Or for anyone else)
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