Friend

I was in a bad situation on Monday (1oth of December,2007) , had an argument with my best friend - i am not sure if this title still exists.
i was feeling so rotten that i wrote this poem,
its simply titled -

Friend.

Know what lies, Friend,
underneath the malice,
justified of course.
Friend,
i feel like an idea,
that had promise.
won't u love me anymore,
Friend?
i am sorry i am this way.
November is gone,
and the dark clouds.
i miss everything,
even more so,
as i hate December.
yes Friend.
its true, its ended.
in between our pain,
it was my wickedness.
its cruel how i behave,
i can't ever explain.
oh yes i know its ended,
but tell me why,
i still reach for your hand?
Friend,
why am i getting emotional?
its quiet clear our venture,
as best buddies for all eternity,
a failure without doubt.
so let us part -
u with your loved ones,
and i,
this thing.
yes this thing in my insides,
hating everything including itself.