(Imagine this poem as echoes, or text messages. This poem isnt from anyone on Wattpad)

Hello?
My freind?
I see you left me,
Agian...

Are you,
A freind?

Was it me,
Once agian?

The one who makes world Hell?
A person who can't be understood?
The person who is dying inside,
Getting closer and closer to death?

I'm littarly dying, yet, you laugh at me.

Are you really a freind?
Or do you want me for something else?
A fake freind, is no freind of mine.

(A/N:) Hey guys. If you have a fake freind, cut them off, before they cut you. Find people you love and adore, with similar interests. Someone who understands you. I found those people, I wish for you to aswell.

4/07/20