For you

A kind of edited poem of mine. 

I sit at the end of the road
Waiting for you
You don’t even come
I sit at your funeral
Crying my eyes out for you
You don’t even notice
I helped you during school
You don’t even say thanks
I was there for you
And yet you don’t give a damn
I listened
While you were breaking me, down
I fake a smile
You actually believed it
I cry
You don’t even give me a hug
I break down
The truth is obvious
You were never really there. 


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