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Dagger
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Personal Poems A knife in the side,
A pain in your mind.
The pain of words,
The truth of a friend.
I fucked up,
And it’s the end of the world.
I fucked up,
And it’s all my fault.
Everyone else has,
But who cares.
I have,
We can't be friends.
It’s a dagger,
A burning knife in my heart.
A punch to the face,
As blood streams down the side,
And they push you over,
Just to spit in your face.
You can say sorry,
And say you made a mistake,
But they just keep laughing.
I can't understand,
One little thing makes a crash this big.
And as quickly as it came,
It’s better again.
It’s enough to drive me crazy,
Having friends at such a cost.
It’s no wonder I can't trust them,
There as two-faced as me,
Yet I'm the fuck up,
Direct your anger at me.
The punching bag for your own problems.
I've taken the hits,
And still show up to drive you everywhere...
Its bullshit,
You and all you’re fucking drama.
I don't care,
I don't give a fuck.
I have enough problems on my own to deal with,
I can't begin to censor myself for your own expense,
When I’m desperately trying to do it for myself.
If I could tell you,
If you could just know,
Then maybe it would be easier for you to understand.
But I can't trust you,
As much as I’m sure you could keep it a secret,
You would let it slip,
As if an accident,
One mistake,
And it’s all over,
And my life drops down to a lower level of hell.
