I reach out to you but you're not there.
I reach out for someone who must've never even cared.
I've been there for you through it all,
and you walk out on me in my time of need.
You just sit back and watch me fall,
you're corrupted with hatred and greed.
It's always about you you you.
What about me?
I'm always there, but you're not here, that's all I see.
I just want to cry sometimes, knowing you left me all
alone,
I just want to cry, but who really cares? God only knows you
don't. 
I knew you were my friend, and I had no doubts,
but I guess my mind tricked me on the things I felt.
A true friend? YOU? I can't feel that anymore.
A true friend? YOU? You walked out the door.
Now you want to come back, and think it's all alright.
I won't let you back in, not without a fight.
You make me hate you anymore,
just go ahead try and open the door.
I told you I wouldn't be here waiting when you return,
but I guess that was just something you had to learn.
I won't let you come again,
friendship isn't a game, but if it were, I'd win.
You've done so many things, crossed so many lines.
Broken so many dreams, but I'm doing just fine.
One thing I know for sure is I'll never let you in again,
and you've taught me the opposite of a TRUE FRIEND.

-I just actually wrote this poem sitting here at my
computer, thinking of someone I thought was a true friend.
Turns out, I though wrong.