Tragedy (More So Story Than Poem) Poem by Lulu Muffin

so its like that friendships triangle in dawsons creek between joey potter, pacey witter, and well dawson leery. dawsons in madly in-love with joey, and joey and pacey are beginning to have feelings for eachother; falling in-love. the whole tragedy is that they sneak around dawsons back for the longest time.

is that how its supposed to be? three best friends falling apart because of one love. well thats what it is. you try and try to seal things back together with the other two. but, nothing will help it hurts so much, its as though you are like the lab of meat that gets thrown into the cage with the seven lions, all defastatingly hungry.

its tragic really. you guys have so many past experiences together, but no matter what you do it wont help the situation in any shape or form. its not like you can forgive them, how can you forgive the unforgiven? you cant. its utterly impossible.

you cant even do anything anymore because your best friend is running away with your lover. you used to doodle yours and his name surrounded with hearts on that cheap brown recycled paper you covered all your textbooks in. and you know how it feels to write someones name down and know that they even notice you. heck, they will NEVER love you half as much as you loved them. that tears your heart into a million and one pieces. why dont you pour blood on yourself, and let sharks attack you? because THAT will be much less hurtful than what your 'two best friends' did to you.

how are you supposed to look at them anymore? you see them on the streets when youre riding that fancy skateboard of yours, with the black background, and the flower in the center that smells like vanilla. you see them making-out in the halls at schools where everyone looks the same; a binch of clones from society. you see them holding hands when you are on your bus leaving school. they stopped taking the bus because they want to spend as much time as humanlu possible together. how are you supposed to re-build you life, your memories, and your future? when everything is a harmful memory of those darn betrayers. you cant. it hurts you so much inside.

for days on end you shut everyone else out of your life. your mom, your dad, baby sister, even that boy you were once involved with but you still talk to on occasions. you dont do anything about the situation you dont know what to do. everything you do is just making every other situation worse. your schoolwork is going downhill. you no longer skate in that half-pipe of yours. you dont even write those emotional lyrics, then the guitar tabs for them later on because you have no interest in anything you were once interested in. everything is a painful reminded of what you had.

you cant handle it anymore. you go into your parents vanity, find all the left over pills from past medical problems, and swallow them all. the bottles are left ajar... waiting for your parents to find you.
- This could have been prevented if it werent for those dickwads.