Truthfully. .
when you think of the word 'Friend', what springs to mind?
Someone on who you can depend, or a single written line?
I'd sit and type our adventures, to loneliness & back again
Its Saddenin`. See My only 'Friends' are My Pad and Pen. .

They've been there from the start, the broken hearted Years,
They were there when i opened up, confessing All my Fears
For every fallen tear i shed, they doubled w/ love & comfort
and served to guard my words from harm beneath the sunset.
Whenever im upset, and my lucks spent, its good to confide,
And indulge in my feminine side, then read between the lines,
i penetrated the paper with, This inked Liquorice Lace twist
thats reads Deep Beneath the Surface, but remains Faceless.
The waves of hatred expressed by those who Seek my End
are quickly surpassed by myself at the request of my friends.
We share a special bond, Me, Myself and my Pad Of woe,
That gives New Meaning To The term Pen 'Pal' as a Whole. .**
New erra..days passin me by,... makes it all a little.. clearer,
As time goes by,there no such things as real life time friends
Being fooled so much , people sayin they would never leave me
Wen it went wrong and I really needed them I was alone@the end,
Got to a point I'm considerin my pen..as my real life time friend
Inner wars destroyin me and my confidence,made me weak,
Multiple consideration's of suicide cuz I was afraid to speak
To all the years I was stuck that filled me up wit horrible pain,
And the harsh trouble I went tru, for so called friends to gain
The useless struggle's I faced to make them fake 'friends' to stay,
Believe me i'm lookin to the perspective of 'friends' in a differrent way




**Endin Of James, Startin Of Thugz.....

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