F.O.B.D. Poem by Nisho Olme

F.O.B.D.



I don’t care the way you feel,
‘Cause you don’t care for me,
Inside right now I’m crying,
But at least you’ll never see.
I’m sick of how you talk to me,
I’m sick of how you act,
I wish you’d leave me for a while,
So we could stay intact.
I know you’ll never get it,
But I really can’t care less,
Our friendships slowly dying,
As I’m breaking from the stress.
I’ll never talk to you again,
If you’ll just say the word,
All the words I want to say,
Will still be left unheard.
You’ll never try to fix it,
So I guess this is the end,
I’m saying “bye” to whom I thought,
Was once my greatest friend.

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