Friendship is like a piece of string
There's a beginning, middle, and end to it
It starts with a smile, then loving hugs of sweet words
Slowly drifting towards a deep sadness of goodbyes

Tears that fall from betrayal, or something simple like silence
Forcing you to sever all ties with the other
If only for your own sanity and well-being
To cut the string in two, clutching one piece as a bitter memory

Pushing you into that world of rejection and loneliness
That overwhelms you with such shame it pains you within
Believing you were never good enough to be called a friend
As one rejoices with joy, you reside into the hole you burrowed.