Monday, November 2, 2009

My Generation . . .

I'm just sitting here , unable to help...as usual .


Being treated like an utter dog by some friends isn't fun .

Whenever they're in a bad mood they unleash everything on you .

Whenever you're down , they drag you lower .

Whenever you're hurt and wounded , they rub salt on it .

When they're mad at you , and you ask them what wrong did you commit against them , they don't give you a reply , instead they hold it in and stab you in the back over and over again .



If you live MY life you'll feel what I feel .


You'll feel like an idiot who has been taken advantage of OVER and over again .

You'll feel like someone who's depressed almost everyday , being looked down upon everyday , and having almost no one to turn to .


All you have to look to during troubled times is someone whom most people label him as an 'Imaginary friend' .

And yet this 'Imaginary friend' has helped you in so many ways , pulled you out of so many holes , walked with you through the fiercest fires , and being there when no one else is there .

Surely he can't be imaginary ...



They can't be perfect , neither can I . But YOU are ...

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