D-Cells

If I hate anything in this world,

It's being paranoid.

I hate having this sickening feeling deep in my gut.

Telling me all my friends and all those that I care for, will leave me

That they are just using me

That they secretly hate me.

I hate staying up at night,

Thinking about this.

Not that I didn't think this before,

It's not like this is the first time

These thoughts have crowded my mind and have taken over.

But all I know

Is that it just got a lot worse,

When you told me that

All my friends will leave me one day.

And when they do,

I guess, I have no one to thank,

But you

For fore-warning of the upcoming event.