Best Friend - Poem by carly harris
Isn't a friend supposed to be there?
Aren't they supposed to be the one to care?
Why do they insist on messing up?
Or just making me wanna cut?
Pissing with me to see how I react.
Knowing my life is already packed
with crap noone knows
Even my friends, espeacially my foes.
So I write instead of cut.
Or taking a knife to jut into my gut.
I know suicide is no answer for me.
But 'me' is what nobody wants to see.
I wish my best friends didn't exist.
So then I would never be pissed.
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