Aug 2017
When need boils away
The patience of a friend
Is when the skin burns off
Destroying the last of hope
The ashes blow away quietly
And with it, my dreams...
The patience of a friend
Is when the skin burns off
Destroying the last of hope
The ashes blow away quietly
And with it, my dreams...
I wrote this one after my friend left. I'm still pretty upset about it. I had thought if this friend couldn't deal with me, then chances are no one will, not to mention that all the repercussions on my mental health that I am now having to deal with because of it.
