Forsaken customs of relations,
A spate of friendship disconnection,
And everyone is becoming judgemental,
Full of fear to let words through their dental,
My tongue in never afraid-my heart is never twitching,
I'll speak the truth even if you call it *******.


These are the ruins of friendship,
Over there are the rubbles of patnership,
We have reached the extremities,
And we have paraded vanities,
All these hatred notions in your mind,
But I'm not moved, I'm one of a kind.



I won't bow down to correct things,
The discomfort lies within the beings,
You are the coffee in the cup I averted,
Staring you in contempt-cause I hated,
To drink that was never in my favorite,
So I'll lay on the ground just to fly a new kite.

I often sit
And wonder out loud
Who my real friends are
And who are in it for the ride
I wonder what they see in me
I wonder what they want
I wonder how long it will be
Till they tire of their charade
What is it about me?
That attracts the fake friends
The horrible ones
They bring you down with every word.
How is it that I’ve ended up,
Living in the shadows?
Of people I call friends
When will I turn my life around?
And live in the sun

Funny how people can be so fake
You learn to know the fake side of someone
And they make you believe their lies
Cold hearted lies
How can you live with yourself?
You are the worst kind of human
Disgusting
Ugly on the inside
Funny how I was a part of all it
How I never made you feel so worthless like you did with me
But I guess you and me are very two different kind of people

And we act like this is working.
It's not,
So we pretend.
Your backwards lies,
Your desperate cries,
Have plagued me once again.

And in the silly game of love,
Something we don't choose.
You win, you rub it in my face,
While every time I lose.

But that's alright,
Because we're friends.
Well I guess we're not,
But we'll pretend.

Fake is the new trend
and everyone
seems to be in style.

those who are afraid of dying
die first.
those who are afraid of love
are broken.
those who are afraid of darkness
are lost.

those who have tried to die,
die last.
those who have loved,
are bent.
those who have been in the dark,
have been found.