How many mistakes does it take
To destroy a friendship?
I have been asking myself this
Sitting in a battleground of
Dead relationships I chose to war with—
I can’t stand anyone from my old life,
I am anonymous.
I feel it everyday and
Each time I talk to someone I used to love
I can’t help but feel as if they are
A complete stranger with whom
I have nothing in common, talking down
To some dumb bitch I never knew
When I get angry they snap-off
As if I’m already asking too much
Just for being who I already was.
I ask again —
How many insults does it take
Till you say “enough” and stop