The imminent past
To my 'friends'.
Your words left scars, your actions brought tears,
Both inflicted pure pain, which i’ll suffer from for years.
A knife in my back, follows right through my heart,
A continuous pain, that tears me apart.
Whether you’re unaware that this pain will not end, or the case is you simply don’t care,
I feel sick to my stomach when you call me your friend, for i hate you more than i can bare.
(2011)
