Poems of a Lost Girl

Best Friends Forever

Once upon a time, three girls loved each other very much.

They were platonic and cared about each other very much.

With warm hugs and rad high five's, they slowly watched their lives speed by.

They were so young and carefree, innocent girls with huge dreams.

"When we grow up we will all live together!" the oldest exclaimed,

"Best friend's forever!" the younger ones chimed together.

But as they grew older it was getting harder and harder, when the two moved away and one was left alone

They still often talked, using a house phone.

The two's father was mean, and made their life hell, and the one's father was a drug addict and couldn't keep a job as well.

The three were poor, and had little to offer, but every chance they got they'd share with each other.

But as time went on, two got depressed. And eventually, in all black the middle would dress.

She listened to loud music, because she could relate, the youngest listened to pop, it made her feel great. The older spent her time listening to love songs, hoping one day a lover would sing along.

The youngest believed she'd never get married, for she wasn't good enough. The middle had no faith, and the oldest began to throw her heart at every open door she could, wishing and praying for a way to escape.

Still as young teens they grew together, "best friends forever" the all chimed together

Sleep over after sleep over, each with more giggling then the last. But soon the happiness would soon pass.

For the middle became darker, and began to slip and slide. She hurt the two she loved most, and every night she cried.

The eldest and the middle often began to quarrel, and as they both grew they saw two completely different worlds.

The sleepovers waded, and the text messages faded. Something had shifted and the three soon drifted.

It became fight after fight every single night.

"Are we really best friends forever?"

The youngest got addicted, and the middle lost control, the eldest feared the other's had lost the purity of their souls.

They all used to go to church, and pray every night. But now they were kept up by their tiny square lights.

The middle got her heart broken, and began to dabble.

The youngest watched her beautiful sister, and contemplated "Why?" "Why am I the one who's short and flat and has big thighs?"

The oldest sighed and began to whine "Why are men so impure, that they stare at me? Why can't they see what God wants them to see?"

Teenagers all dealing with life

One was afraid and unsure, no confidence and insecure. The other was stuck, in depression, a shame to her family, and often called a slut. The final was so tired and had a hard time having fun. She was so completely done.

The middle got her hands on the eldest's man, and things quickly got out of hand.

She was never forgiven.

The two looked at each other, and the eldest scoffed. "Best friends? Never."

The youngest forgave her friend for her foolish heart, and they continued to talk, but were drifting slowly apart.

Then one night, they got into a fight, the middle had become a bad influence, and a waste of a life.

So together the two left, without a second thought

That night she sat and cried, she was a waste of a good life; she was pathetic and would never make a good wife. She could never redeem herself in her best friend's eyes. She was lost in herself and her own lies, so she smoked a cigarette and shredded her thighs. "Best friends forever? What kind of a friend am I?"

This summer she wouldn't go swimming, she won't go to camp. She won't see her sixteenth birthday and she'll never. Have. A. second. Chance.