I can't be known be the dead best friend
I could never leave her
as much as i hate myself i know that nothing can compare to the pain than seeing her crying as i am slowly sitting here dying in my own agony where i can barley fucking breathe
but she's happy and thats all that matters right?
I know that she is in the corner as my shining light
but i can't escape the darkess within
i can't be HER dead best friend
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Author:
Chasidy• (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2025 18:05
- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
Sad and a bit dark this poem speaks of a love lost and needing to see her as happy and waiting. Nicely done
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