The Pains of My Soul

You shower me with presents
And you think I do not know
That you are trying to buy my friendship.
And its hurting my soul.

I wish that you would stop it,
It really is unnecessary,
But that doesn't stop you from giving.
And it's tearing at my soul.

You are a simple person,
But complex all the same.
You act like a child.
And it's disappointing my soul.

I wish that you would grow up,
I wish that you'd mature,
But we never get what you wish for.
And it's mocking my soul.

You could be the best out of all of us
But you'd have to try
Ad that would be laughable.
Because you'd make me cry.

I wish that we had never met,
But it terrifies me if we might not have.
You made me realize who I am.
Even if I hate my soul.

You hurt me with a sentence,
Not realizing that extent.
I don't think you were very sorry.
And it's killing my soul.

I no longer wish anything,
Except the best for you.
I've broken our friendship.
And, sadly, that's healed my soul.

May you live forever
With lots of happiness,
But I'll never speak to you again.

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Ok, this is that really cool poem my Lit, Teach helped me edit. I finally
though of a title, even if it's still not that great. Feel free to give
any suggestions you have, I could use the help.
Anyway, this was first written in May of 2002. I finally finished writing
it in August of 2003. Yeah, I know, I was in a really bad writing funk for
all of last year. In September my teacher helped me edit and viola! The
finished product!
Oh! Before I forget, this deals with the same thing as half of my recent
writing does, a broken friendship and the pain it has caused me before and
after it ended.