She was my best friend,
she lied.
She told me no matter what, when, or where,
she would be there,
she lied.
Down and depressed,
lost in the dark.
I trusted her to help me find my way,
I don't want to be your friend was all she could say.
She hurt me.
Grandmothers death.
Memories that haunted me,
out of everyone, i trusted her with my life,
but she is the reason i got the knife.
I was alone.
Crying, hurting, in pain.
Been a year since i had last cause the blood and she is the reason i did again,
she put that year of pride to an end.
I hurt.
And i did what they told me,
To call when i felt that way,
to run and get help, they said they wouldnt turn me away.
But she did.
She was my best friend,
she lied.
She told me no matter what, when, or where,
she would be there,
she lied.
Author notes
this is real and this just happened last weekend. I handed been depressed since last year and i havent cut myself since last year. I was sad(like a normal human gets sad) My family, friends, and shrink told me that no matter what, when i get sad to call them and they would talk me through it. I wasnt in a serve "depression" i was just sad over my grandmother not being at my birthday this year and so i was talking to my best friend and she said "You need to cope, i cant be your friend" I have been coping, i was just sad. i called so i could get passed my sadness and enjoy my birthday. i havent done that for a year and she is the reason for that. Cant a human get sad? anyways she is the one that through me into that unstable state. She was like a sister to me and all i was, was sad. she turned me away and decided not to be my friend because i was 'sad' I am currently in better condition. I am now stable and I realize that i dont need her as a friend. I dont need her and never fucking will again.
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people can be idiotic a**holes, i've learned you really cant count on anyone, especailly when it comes to your depression, i'm glad your stable now. great write, thanx for sharing with me!
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I like the repetition in the poem.It was effective. Strong and relatable write. Good luck in the contest
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that's good that you realize she's no good. best of luck.
~Tempa~
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