For all those that I have hurt…
What does it mean to be a friend?
What type of friend am I?
What type of friend do I want?
I miss our banter
I miss our fun
I’m sorry I spoilt it
But at some point I mistook the banter
As passive aggressive behaviour
You see, I have my problems
And a whole heap of paranoia
So when you were joking
I started thinking otherwise
Then I started believing it was otherwise
Then my life got miserable
Problems set in between us
I missed our friendship but I let my fear and paranoia consume me
I was lost, I was angry, I was sad
I was too pissed of with myself for letting me get this way.
I missed the fun and laughter
But I couldn’t let go of my paranoia
I wish I could go back to those days
But the damage is done
Things aren’t the same between us
We have become somewhat reserved
Fun doesn’t feel the same as before
What kind of friend do you think I am now?