Is it them over me?
Do you want them more?
Am I nothing to you?
I guess I’m just someone to talk to when no one is around
You don’t bother with telling me anything
We can go days with out talking,
Does it matter to you?
It hurts when I know that you only want to talk to them.
I know that I’m right.
You can’t deny it.
I know what is happening.
I guess I don’t matter any more.
Is that it?
Did I hit the nail on the head?
I was your closest friend last year.
Now I’m just another person that you happen to know.
I don’t hear a word from you unless you need something.
The only reason I do that,
Is because you do it to me.
Do you think I feel good?
It hurts everytime that you do it.
I know you would rather choose them over me.
I’m not a bad person though.
I always listen.
I try to give advice.
I’ve always had a shoulder for you to cry on.
But I guess now I get the cold shoulder,
Even though i was there for everyone…
I think I was only used,
Only used for those reasons that you wanted.
Anytime that I had a problem,
No one listened.
I looked depressed,
No one cared.
No one said anything.
Would you notice if I died?
Maybe back then.
Not now.
Not many would know.
And those that noticed would really miss me.
Do you notice me being depressed?
Can’t you read it in these poems?
I let all my feelings out.
But all you can do is think about yourself.
Never anyone else.
No…
It’s always them over me.
And I have a feeling it will always be that way.
But will the choice be made for you all the time?
Will your choice change?
Will you choose both?
Or neither?
I guess your the only one that can tell,
Right?
~Chikara~