It's like being stab in the chest, and the knife is still there, and being twisted to cause more pain. To make sure, I feel the pain.

Lie, when did I ever lie?

I told the truth, but nobody believed me.

They said, I lied.

They said, It's hard to take back the words, because I already said them.

But. . but . . how can I take back my words . . how? When those words were the truth!

Still, now, you believe, I lied.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

Because . . because . . I thought . . we were friends . . and . . and . . that you knew me.

It hurts, I don't know how to recover from this.

You doubted me, I forgave you, before, thinking, it was just a misunderstanding.

I explained my side, and you listened. I thought you believed me.

But, now, how, can I get over the hurt, when you stab me again, with your doubt.

Are we really friends, that you don't know me?

I tried to go away for awhile, to ease the pain, for you to find me, and find the truth.

But, you never believed me in the beginning, and still don't believed me, now.

Where do I stand, when you believed what you want to believed, and will never believe me, and forever will doubt whatever I say.

Are we really friends?

You don't need me, but I need you.

You can go on with your life, even without me.

Will I be alone, now?

Are we really friends?