`` Friends by Amy M FitchIt never mattered much to you.
If at all.
I could swim is circles of despair around you,
And you would only follow with your eyes,
Consumed with yourself.
I hate your greedy ways.
I hate your fixed smiles.
I hate the way you speak to me.
I hate the time spent with you.
But you are a friend.
I cut my wrist and you watch it bleed.
I slip further into insanity.
Relate to it in your own profuse self-centered ways.
I wish I could make you feel some sympathy for me.
But my dreams are there for you to shit on.
And you take no mercy on me.
I hate your greedy ways.
I hate your fixed smiles.
I hate the way you speak to me.
I hate the time spent with you.
But you are a friend.
And friends are for life.
Open box you lay in.
Flowers signed with my name by your head.
In loving memory.
No visit to see you one last time.
No tears shed.
I hated your greedy ways.
I hated your fixed smiles.
I hated the way you spoke to me.
I hated the time spent with you.
Yet you were a friend.
But friends are better off dead.
12/06/2001 Posted on 12/06/2001 Copyright © 2024 Amy M Fitch
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