I was just thinking about what had been happening to my life recently, and this poem popped into my head. it still needs a bit of tweaking, and I haven't thought of a title yet, but ideas and comments would be most welcomly....welcomed...
I was there for you,
a shoulder to cry on,
a helping hand,
someone to stand up for your belifes.
But I couldn't see,
how you were using me,
I belived you were true,
but now I can see right through you.
You weren't there for me,
you weren't the friend I was for you,
I was alone,
while you had someone,
but I know now.
I know your not worth it.
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