The people who were supposed to be
My friends
Proved not when I needed them
Most
I was called r***** for being interested in forensic science
A  spazz because I had emotional scars
And toll to k-i-l-l my self
Because i was unique
These people who were supposed to be my friends
Proved to be a pain in the ****
Both physically and emotionally
A keloid
To be rid of
Has more integrity
Then them
What they did they will have to
Answer for to God he says
Thru shalt not killer
But that is only with weapons
Not with words
As I was slowly murdered
And my dreams broken
These people who were my friends
They are
Fake

i write too many poems for you
ones i assure you don't know of
and you won't even read it
for the existence is beyond your knowledge

i write too many poems for you
ones i can't even read
it's just so hard to believe
that it's all about the same thing

i write too many poems for you
ones my hands just type without cue
how i mindlessly formulate it
in all honesty, i have no clue

i write too many poems for you
at one point i wish you knew
but I'm contented that you don't
for i know nothing would change

i write too many poems for you
but we're not on the same line
nor on the same stanza
neither in the same poem

i write too many poems for you
but it's time to stop now
it's tiring, don't you think?
to write, without a reader.