just a little angry poem to someone that i used to consider a friend and dissapeared when i was critisized and excomunicated. You Came To Me when you cut yourself you came to me, when you were hurt you came to me, when lost and confused, u asked for help and i never refused, remember that night you told me i was better than perfect, remember who you came for when you needed comfort, remember who was your first resort, remember who you sided with the day the world turned, do you have any idea how those tears burned, i bet your not the least concerned, so who do you run to now, and will you drop them too, praise his perfection then turn on him after a few, well what comes around goes around, and before long you will be laying on your back on the ground, complete loneliness absolutely no sound, none except for your sobbing and crying, a slow depressive state of dieing.
