Pushed AnGeL

Words of my mouth. Thoughts of my mind.
2003-01-31 02:35:40 (UTC)

Broken Friendship

When you drove that knife into my back, that was pain.
When you wrung it around,
Thrusting it in and out, in and out, that was pain.
Standing there gritting my teeth, hoping it would all be
over soon.
When you were thrusting that knife, that caused me great
pain, it hit my heart and broke it.
That's when I knew our friendship was over.
When that knife hit my heart,
That was more than pain.
That was anguish.
My eyes still leak hot tears of hurt.
-Me

One of my first 'real' poems.




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