Waking up crying Hoping to get comfort Only to realize no one's there As you cry yourself to sleep
Friends before family Is that what they say? Is that why you always went with them to play? While doing your best to keep me away? Not knowing nor caring you were the only friend and sibling I had?
Going through the motions Is what I grew to do It was the only way to cope Loneliness became a familiar feeling While smiles became rare
Who I become stems From where I came from What I learned, I know Will still be able to show
Promises are made to be broken A phrase I knew through and through When you all proved it true While the only thing I really wanted Was someone to talk to
This, unfortunately stems from personal experience And sorry if there are inconsistencies in the rhyming and etc. I had a real rough day so this is more of a "vent" poem more than anything.....