Sometimes

sometimes your closest friends also hurt you,
they are unfortunatly the reason of you being blue,
unintentionally they might do it,
but the blow is already hit,
had it been from someone else,
i would have been less tense,
but it is from a close one,
it is even worse than being shot by gun,
because when i was sad they were the shoulder i turn to,
now whom i should i go to,
left all alone in the peltering rain,
to grieve and live with the pain,
because i cannot share my grief with them
because the reason for my agony is them..