part 9-a year.

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Almost a year

A year. A year full of sadness. A year full of anger. But i don't really miss you, I miss the things we did, the feeling I had, when I was with you. Safe. Haven't felt that in a year. A year. You have still yourselves but I don't have anyone. Maybe sometimes. But I miss you two. A lot.
I miss the way we always laughed, like there was no tomorrow. Actually there was no tomorrow. Now there's only a yesterday and nothing more. Because its almost one year. I wish we could turn back time sometimes, but i'm sure I never will let us happen again

when i wrote this it was a year since i lost my two best friends caused by a big fight. they couldn't help me in this bullying situation and befriended the bully. now it's almost 2 years since that fight.

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