Violets are blue

Roses are red

Sometimes I think 

This “friendships” already dead 

I get mixed emotions 

when you walk through the door 

But to me I’m not surprised 

When I’m not the one you're looking for 

You’ve changed

Whether you like it or not 

It seems to me sometimes

I’m someone you forgot 

When I come in 

You’re polite and say hey 

But when they arrive 

It’s as if I went away

I might as well be invisible 

Until they aren’t around

It feels like this bitter friendship

Is already six feet underground

Sometimes I feel 

As if you don't see

That you not being there

Really hurts me

At this point I’m done

I can't do this anymore

This friendship needs to end 

I’m walking out the door

…At least that's what I should do 

Yet I still stay 

Why? What's wrong with me? 

Why can’t I just go away…

I think there's still a part of me

That misses what we used to be

Close friends, together 

Loving each other platonically 

Those happy memories 

Wilting away 

Like a rose with no water

On a hot summer's day

Roses are dead 

Violets are too 

This friendship is rough 

Seemingly unbeknownst to you