Hurting Inside

The pain inside

Begins to fluctuate

As it increases and decreases

Each time you walk by.

I feel an endless amount of guilt

Plague me against the wall,

Trapping me from escaping back into his arms

Where I feel safe and secure.

I hate the fact that you are stealing him away

Because that is the hardest thing for me to see.

Best friends who fight over one boy

Just because they have a dispute…

Life is beginning to turn me inside out

And it’s only the start.

I cannot believe the harsh consequences that are coming alive

Which the both of us are placing upon ourselves.

It is an absurd idea to even think

That this friendship is going to make a comeback

Because when this is all over,

So will be our friendship.

Life is always harsh to us both

With the immensely crazy history between us.

Our friendship is the turning point

But now, it seems like the endpoint.

I am crumbling inside.

I am breaking inside.

I am hurting inside.

I am dying inside.

Our friendship is a stone,

One that keeps us up and running

And not on the ground.

But, it’s dying now.

I still cannot believe that our friendship

One that is from hurt, manipulation, deceiving tricks, pain, and more

Couldn’t even survive the piercing blow

Of losing the boy you love to me.