Sick

I am so sick,
So sick of it all.
Persons we loved
Now deaf to our call.

Friends left neglected,
For fake happiness,
When all this is over,
Where will you find bliss?

Where have your friends gone?
And why did they leave?
Perhaps because you lived
For her only to please.

We said that we loved you,
As friends always do,
Your love proved false,
Why should we be true?

Will we be their?
To pick you up when you fall?
No, now we are deaf,
Deaf to your call.

by moonlightmage
posted on 01/15/2008