Why don't you call me I feel like flying in two
I'm invisible
An eraser of love
If you think you're friends are way better than me, or us as a matter of fact, then say it. Don't lead me, or us, in a dance so you can just play with us then throw us at that given chance. We may not be as cool, or as satisfying, but we're still humans, with feelings. You gave me that impression today, and if what I feel is wrong, then prove it, and I would be as sorry as any sane can ever be. It would be my error to pay for, but at this moment, it feels like you're trying to get rid of me, because of this-a-certain-certain reason, fair enough, I may have gone too deep in your life, but, on my part, it was for a better good, never with evil or bad intentions.
You may not know what it feels like to lose an entire lifetime of friends, watch it fall apart with horror and feeling so lost and alone, in want of someone to turn to. At this moment, I think you do not understand a single thing. It hurt to know that your words could've been said with a loving purpose, but the way it sounded made me feel that it's gone all to waste. And yet again, if this is wrong, prove it to me. I never expected such a thing to come up in friendships yet again, and it's a tell tale sign, it's going to hell, this whole relationship of friends.
Maybe it's cause we're not up to your standards.
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