• A broken friend... Why must you shoot?

    The gun with a thousand nails,

    even worse than a bullet stabbing in my heart.

    It hurts! Why don't you understand!

    You already shot me, isn't that enough?

    I fall to my knees and heard myself scream,

    Stop stabbing me! It hurts! I beg of you!

    I sit there stiffly and think in a black room.

    I am in a black room that it has put me in.

    It locked me in, I can't escape.

    I pound on the door.

    We used to be so close, I kept banging.

    Blood falling from my hand.

    You finally fly in, as I fly in the air.

    I fall hard on myself.

    Bruise's everywhere, slowly beginning to spread.

    Why must you attack me with every one of these quotes!

    I scream as you walk out, you go to tell more.

    More broken friends to hurt me, stab me.

    You tell them stories that are all a fake.

    Lies come from your mouth like nothing.

    Is that your personal pain?

    Why must you be so selfish, do you need everyone to agree?

    You make me feel so angry, I start to scream.

    Do you listen? No you don't.

    You just laugh and cheer.

    I did not even break a word.

    Why must you use me?

    Not to mention pull everyone against me.

    You really do hurt me,

    but at least I know,

    the broken friends I wished to hold on,

    was not worth being friends with at all.