hey friends

when were you going to tell me

that we were never really friends?

and instead you pretended you liked me

so you could laugh at my tear-stricken face.

all those nights I opened up like you cared

and you were there laughing behind your screen.

how could I have been so stupid 

not to noticed I was being played like before?

now it’s the new year and I’m having trouble

remembering you the same,

because I look at your perfect face 

and ask myself, have they changed at all?

you used to smile when I caught you in the hall

but did you answer honestly when I asked about your weekends?

or maybe that grin on your face was because of my pain,

and how I fell straight into your twisted trap.

I’m crying again, because of friends,

so how many times will this happen?