It was the last day of school yesterday.
Once again you shot me a fake smile and handed me a note,
doused in your cheap perfume.
I opened it to see your innocent looking handwriting,
only now, it looks like blood stains.
How could I have not noticed the vicious monster in you?
In your note you mentioned how close a friend I was to you.
Was I close to you?
Is this what I get for helping you?
I comforted you every single time you cried and now,
I'm the one crying but you're not there to comfort me.
In fact you're the cause of my tears.
Maybe it's because I got too close to you.
Maybe that's why you betrayed me like this.