Love turns to hate...Lovers turn to enemies...
A short story in the form of a short poem about "her" committing suicide.
I have a blackmailer and it leads to friendship chaos!
I had 'friends'. I trusted them. But then they ended up against me.
Amongst the crowd, I notice loneliness covered by her hair drenched in tears. How awful.
How does it feel to be unloved? Hated? To be awkward? To be uneasy? To feel out of place? And that no one understands you?
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Missing someone...
Being neglected, ignored, and left behind left me into writing this...