I trust a Friends,They bitrayal me
I love a Friends,They hate me
I like a Friends,They dislike me
when i laught they anger with me
when i sad they laught at me
I remember, friends are like grass
Friendship are like glass,which can be cut
which can be brust.By event .
A single event
I become a lunatic like Devkota
whose friend made him lunatic.
Similarly my friend made me lunatic
they search their qualities on me
but i am me,and always me...
Now, they only talk with me
they only speak with me
speak just for speaking
laughting just for laughting
I don find love on their speaking
I don find happiness on their laughting.