I trusted someone with all my heart. But now it feels like we’re falling apart. He threatens to tell my secrets to all, but that's not why I’m sad, why I’m about to fall. I’m being ripped to pieces but he doesn't care. Labels me ‘different’ and lets me tear. I can cry and I can scream, I can wish and I can dream, But there is no more trust, Now only rust And I will cry, As the days pass by.
I found this, in my old things. It's about when my best friend and I got in a fight. He and I have made up, but I still think it's a sad poem.