I can't take this anymore,
I'm once again their whore;
I'm broken, bruised and sore,
and bleeding on the floor,
while kneeling on all fours...
That's when they shut the door;
I'm not welcome anymore.
But that's what friends are for,
that's what friends are for.
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Written one year ago to the day. It's amazing how people who care bring out the best in me as opposed to the "friends" I used to associate with.
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I must say... I was expecting something happier... or not so painful. Am i wrong? and don't know where to look?...
how do you define "friend" ?
I apologize, as I was in a bit of a rush to post it and I forgot to include the description at the bottom that this was a poem I wrote exactly a year ago to the day. It's quite obvious that I was in a different place emotionally and was just hurtin' quite a bit...
I felt bad that I haven't posted anything in a couple weeks, so figured I'd just show a comparison of what I was feeling a year ago compared to now.
:)
Don't you worry, my smile hasn't faded. It's still here and wider than ever.
(And at that time, friend to me meant someone who let me down constantly, used me for anything and everything and then cast me off when I wasn't necessary...but I've since moved on, grown up and realized who my true friends were/are. It's a black/white, or night/day comparison, a 180 degree stance now.
My friends are what keeps me together.)
:)
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