Friends... really?

Friends... really?

A Poem by Princess Belle

A few months back
A little down the track
Things happened I’d rather forget
But the past scratched
And scars are set
I thought I knew you
You thought you knew me
We did everything together
Cuz it was forever… forever...

Now I look at you
And I don’t know who you are
Cuz you were my best friend
And I wanna know
Where’d you go?

But the good times came
And the good times went
And the tears we cried
Went well spent…
Don’t look at me
With that blank face
I know you’re not listening
You’re in some other place
Well this is good-bye… good-bye

Now I can’t look at you,
Cuz I don’t know who you are
Cuz what you said,
You never meant
Fake tears well spent…

What’s a best friend to you?
Someone who sits and doesn’t care,
Just looks never listens,
All along this hasn't been fair
And I hope when you’re sitting all alone
You slit your wrist right to the bone
And sadness turns into fear
When you realize no one will hear
Or care that you are screaming

Is that what you call mates?
When forever in your eyes
Means never
Paining me within
You show neglect.
You left me like a broken doll
And as the waves of tears roll
You sit behind that screen
I hope you bleed out this scene

So this is respect?
Sitting on the edge of my bed
Your chilling insults
Echoing in my head
All the fakeness
All the lies
Best friends in your mind
Means its gonna die
This is the end… the end

Now I’m not gonna look at you
Cuz I don’t know who you are
Cuz you were never my best friend
And this is the end… the end.

© 2008 Princess Belle


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Added on February 12, 2008

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Princess Belle
Princess Belle

The Switch, Australia



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I thank God everyday, for the privelaged life i lead. For i need no respirator to breathe. For i have healthy lungs to sing. No glasses to see. For i have beautiful eyes to look. No wheelchair to mo.. more..

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