Into the night,
So silent and broken,
We talk of this fight,
Harsh words are spoken.
Stuck in between,
I take all the blows,
Two best friends seen,
Soon become foes.
But they don't stop and ask,
Who hurts the most,
They are more worried about their task,
As I become toast.
This has gotten me more down,
Then anything before,
All I do is drown,
In the ocean longing for a shore.
But what can I do,
Only complicate the scene,
For once it is both of you,
Tearing apart my dream.
I stare down the barrel,
As your fingers you draw,
Collapsing in peril,
I fall without being saw.
You're just too busy,
Caught up on the shelf,
Don't even miss me,
As you think for yourself.
Now look at me,
And try to make amends,
Please try and see,
That you can still be friends.
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