What happens when someone,
pushes to far,
and it's no longer a joke?
The lasting friendship,
goes up in smoke.
Once you tear down a wall,
it's hard to rebuild.
Especially when the pain,
feels this real.
Some may think it's okay,
say you're alright.
But we all know,
you can't win this fight.
Why can't you see?
I'm not just fine.
You'll never know,
because you are blind.
Blind to the fact,
we were all hurt by you.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
What happens when someone,
pushes to far,
and it's no longer a joke?
The lasting friendship,
goes up in smoke.
Once you tear down a wall,
it's hard to rebuild.
Especially when the pain,
feels this real.
Some may think it's okay,
say you're alright.
But we all know,
you can't win this fight.
Why can't you see?
I'm not just fine.
You'll never know,
because you are blind.
Blind to the fact,
we were all hurt by you.
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