You’ve always told me we were friends..
But now this lie should come to an end..
Why me..?
You’re not the person I wanted you to be..
Now as you can see..
You died in my eyes..
And here I lie..all alone..
But It’s better than a fake friend even if he’s a king on a throne..
But its me who’s now thrown..
Like I’m dead under a stone…
You’re so Fake..
I gave you everything but instead..wut is it shall I take..?
Is it only..Lies, fight and hate..?
No thank you..i don’t need a heart break..
dont worry someone goes, othe comes hope you'll fiend true friend
very good theme something we have all encountered at some point in our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked how you used the word throne and thrown. really.