Author: flashangel PM
Okay, I changed it to my poems cuz I'm lazy to make a new one. The first one is still friendship, or at least whatever chapter I make it. Enjoy and put nice things. This is my life. Literally. Not like story. This is how I feel about my life. Or feel like it is this way.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 11 - Words: 1,265 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 04-10-13 - Published: 12-08-12 - id: 3081326
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"Friendship" is like a prison.
Something that keeps me isolated.
The chains that keep my bound to this idea of "Friendship."
They drag me around, making me go where I don't want to.
My soul is trapped.
Trapped inside like that prison.
She gives me smiles, words.
They're all lies.
Her words. Her words.
Give me pain so it nips at my soul.
Her procedures for the prisoner of "Friendship," me, are just daily commands, telling me what to do or believe.
And I…I'm just waiting.
Waiting for the person with the key.
The key to let me gain my freedom from this "Friendship."
This person would let me gain happiness.
This person would be my true friend.
Give me a true friendship.
One without lies, one I can gain happiness with.
I want to be free…