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I Don't Want To Picture

It's stuck in my head,

Until it's gone,

When I can make endless complaints

Endless back stabs to match.

But till its gone, it is there.

After it's been there and gone,

It is there again.

Every night of everyday

And also in random hours of my days.

I see the old, then I see the new.

It seems my world has turned black and blue.

My heart beats faster

And my eyes: they cry.

I feel I am mourning a loss;

Of someone never born to be able to die.

It's the cases like this

That are always the worst.

You think you've found someone,

When they're not there at all.

So many good times

Have all gone down the drain,

Because everyone's a faker.

Don't you know I hate liars?

You liar, you deceitful and manipulative ****

You *****

I hate you,

I hate you,

And then I hate you even more.

What you have done made me fall to the floor.

I don't know how I can get through this,

Because last time I could just hate,

Which still I am doing.

You make that more difficult.

Because when all the memories

Come back again,

I don't want to believe that was you,

Surely it can't be true?

But I know too well

To be fooled more than once,

Not that there's a way you would make it twice,

Because you hate me too.

It's all because of you.

And her

And the other.

All "best friends" do

Is end up having to stab each other.

You see I am missing,

Someone nonexistent.

I knew it was too good to be true,

But that won't stop me bleeding.

I wish the 'you' I was friends with

Was actually real.

Instead I just feel messed over,

All over again.

I don't want to picture,

Not anymore,

Of what's flashing through my head.

The so many too good times.

They've been damaged again.

I trusted you

As I trusted them all,

Because you have to trust to do anything at all.

Again and again trusting proved to be devastating,

Because there is no one who actually

Has your back.

So no I don't want to picture,

I don't want another picture game.

When I'm talking about you in rants,

The devil is your name.

When I'm speaking I do not have to be sad,

It's only the times that I get to think on my own,

When I feel even more torn down.

When I see you walking around,

I wish you were not.

Do you know not what exactly you all have caused?

I can hear you all talking,

Just like we all used to do,

Then the thousands of memories

Come flooding in once again.

And until I convince myself to dry up my emotions,

I watch the dry river banks

Become diluted without letting the rain fall.

Because my tears;

You never deserved them at all.

I don't want to picture what you may think of me.

If you hate me then go on,

You can resent me as much as you can.

But maybe you'd like to know:

I stood up for you.

Even though it was proved to be true.

I didn't believe it at first,

Because it was you.

How dare you!

If you think I didn't know reasons to take sides,

Didn't you think I would defend you as I did her?

Well I God **** tried!

And if roles were reversed then I would've taken yours,

As it wasn't out of favouritism as it stood,

But because you were so unbelievable

That nothing could be done.

No friendship was saved.

Being civilised?

Well I just try to ignore your name.

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Written by
Chloes-Not-An-Ange
23 / F
Published
Dec 17, 2015
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Tags
#hatred#fake#hurt#bff#fakefriends#fakers
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