She was my best friend until she lost him
I cannot control my need to let her go and rid myself of her burden
But in the deepest part of myself I am broken

She was my dark side and my light
I hate her for all the things she has done but I hate me more
Why cant we all be "friends"?
Maybe because its all a load of ****!

There are catalists that I wish would disappear, the root of so many evils
To a passer by it is but a beautiful Rose that doesn't smell so sweet from up close.