Go Away

You're my "alcoholic" friend.

The one that nobody "cares" about.

The one that does "too many" drugs.

You have that "thing" killing you inside.

Some "pain" that makes you do

"bad" things as they would say.

Are they "really" bad if

it makes you "happy"?

Being "left" because you're

not "good" enough for the one

who said they "loved" you.

What does it "matter" if your friends

can't "figure" you out?

They don't "listen" anyways.

A/N: This was a project for my Creative Writing class. I had to write about a person…so I chose my one friend. Thanks for reading. xD