Glass shattered on the ground,
Broken into pieces.
My eyes watered like crystals leaving,
Yet the broken pieces of my tears,
Ment nothing to you.
You would laugh at me,
For what? How did I change?
You would use me,
But why? I am not a toy.

Friendship can come in all shapes and sizes,
So why does mine end up so sour?
I had friends long ago,
But now I realised what they were doing.
Using someone,
Is far from being loyal.
Being horrible,
Is far from...