You've done as I've done,
You've stolen what I have stolen,
But now you've stolen from me,
As I fall and take the heat,
I'm as mad as you think,
Plus more,
I'm not sure what to do with you,
I'm not sure what to say to you,
I can't stop thinking about it,
About you,
I have nothing to say to you,
I have nothing to fucking say to you,
But I'll listen to your lies,
Your excuses, and your denial,
I don't know what to do with you,
I'll think about it,
Your obliviously upset,
But who can blame you,
You lost respect,
You lost friends,
And now you've lost a best friend,
Consequences are tough,
I thought I'd feel better now,
But I really don't,
I feel worse,
I think about what you really need,
Which is obviously help,
These pills that kill pain,
They haven't helped.
Friend Stealing Pills
These Pills That Kill
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2008 with permission of the Author.
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