The end of a friendschip
I thought that
I would mean something to you
I thought that
I was worth our friendship
But you know what
you are buried in a box
with all the rest who left me behind
who made friendship end
I love to say that
it doesn’t do me anything
But that would make me a liar
At least I’m not the only one
Look what you told me in those two years
You said that it would be great
if our friendship is still going after school
You said that I was a true friend
Now you tell me who is a liar
After two years of supporting you,
of listening to you I get this
being treated like trash, like garbage
being ignored, hurt and used
I would mean something to you
I thought that
I was worth our friendship
But you know what
you are buried in a box
with all the rest who left me behind
who made friendship end
I love to say that
it doesn’t do me anything
But that would make me a liar
At least I’m not the only one
Look what you told me in those two years
You said that it would be great
if our friendship is still going after school
You said that I was a true friend
Now you tell me who is a liar
After two years of supporting you,
of listening to you I get this
being treated like trash, like garbage
being ignored, hurt and used
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Starálfur: | Dinsdag, december 11, 2007 16:01 |
| Op ´t moment weet ik echt precies wat je voelt. Sterkte, liefs,xx |
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| Nummer 127: | Dinsdag, december 11, 2007 13:45 |
| ja het leven kan behoorlijk balen zijn Nummer 127 |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Black_Eyes | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 december 2007 | ||
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