All our life, we were rough drafts
editing all mistakes throughout the
process hoping that by the day we die,
our story was remembered.

Everyone's left, intentionally or not.
Physically and mentally.
And having no control over the smallest
thing such as someone caring just a little
drives me completely into a
loneliness state of mind.

I've been very sad, when I'm alone
And I know that it's okay to be in this
state of mind but it's happening so constantly
that I just don't know what to do anymore.

Isn't it sad that people all
our lives have told us that the past shouldn't
and doesn't shape who we are when
really our mental state is so dependent
on our past.

To not know where I stand, destroys
me more than you will ever know.
Everytime I try to communicate with you,
you never respond driving me nuts.
And I've been trying to say everything I can making
me sound annoying, but that's what people
do when they're trying to fight for someone.
They fight and fight.
You were my sanity, and I could tell you everything.
Embarrassing moments from elementary school,
my darkest times, and everything in between.
But I guess that's my fault for being dependent on
someone.
I know that you care, but not enough to keep trying.
What's awful is I wished someone had caused a big
commotion just so I knew the reason to why
our friendship ended the way it did
instead of wondering why it had happened.

A month ago we started to distant, and around that
time, the picture of us fell down.
I never really thought much of it, but as days
passed by it kept falling, whereas the other pictures stayed .
As our friendship just kept getting more distant
it fell for the last time, and I decided to put it
away in my memory box, because you're just a memory now,
And I'm not trying to keep our friendship going anymore.

Every person that we meet
teaches something to us,
whether it's to be more happy,
or to be careful with who we trust.
They reinforce us with things we already
know, but don't think about all the time.
With them, we learn more about ourselves,
and we are who we are because of the
people we encounter.