Friends
Just "friends"
Does that word still exist?
They say friends never hurt you
Well, they're who hurt you most
For that "friend" is your worst enemy inside
You tell them all your secrets
Your stories
Your thoughts
Next day they tell everyone else
But
You're still "friends"
Friends
I laugh when I say the word
For it has lost all meaning
And now lays frail and decayed
It is with deep sorrow
That I farewell such a gift
But I guess it was never truly mine to take
And I never found the person worthy enough
To whom I should give
-Hana H. Barakat
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