A True Best Friend
Murder.
My soul's contaminated with spit
and you walk all over me-
each and every single time-
It's like I blink
and you take one more slap
whack!
While my face red spurs out guilt of being a victim-
the one who always to blame
who is always wrong
and does wrong-
while you look down to me
expecting.
It's neverending
and i'm unsympathetic as we speak.
Now so vulnerable and familiar to your cursed speech
lucifer's lies-
becoming true between the lies
you just start the fire.
You don't know how to put it out,
gassing it, lighter at hand
yet you don't seem to care.
And my emotions,
they're toys-
broken, stomped on,
crushed.
Like my loyalty is not enough,
after I stand behind you,
strong and neutral-
while you whip my heart
and test me some more.
I've had enough.
And you've had plenty of chances before,
plenty of criticizing
and it's too much,
i'm not good enough
I'm the "bad" friend
i'm just not worth your time
so this is the end.
Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2011
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