What would you do,
if it all came back to you?
Hide everything in the
vacant slots of your mind
Leave it behind in a memory
of a friend you thought you knew
Or look back at the mess
and try to put it all together
To make sense out of
something that was real
Or was til it became a figment
of the past
Now, the question is irrelevant,
simply part of a prologue
to an even bigger body of literature
In my first year of high school I began the year off with three of my closest friends from elementary school,
we experienced and did everything together and trusted each other with anything
Over the years our friendships begin to fallout
through rumors, gossip, betrayal
from people who I believed I could confide in
I still shame myself for having a part in the lying, I'm reminded of it everyday even though I've tried to suppress it, my depression towards the matter didn't help either
Each year I began feeling differently towards the situation, I could either let it sit inside my head and let it eat away at me
or move on
With new relationships and being able to finally let people in again, I've realized what real friends are and how much better it is when someone is actually there for you because they genuinely value your friendship
This is my first poetry piece on here and although I've never been as good a writer as my sisters or some of my friends and a lot of my thoughts don't seem to make any sense when put together,
everyone has a right to express how they feel...
Like it, hate it, believe in it, don't, I'm in no position to judge and I won't
I just wanted to share a small summary of my past to whomever may actually care about it
So if you're still reading this, thanks