I've found out the hard way that friends come and go.
They used to lift me up, but they've pushed me off my throne.
I've been taught many rules, like how to respect the old.
But they ended up harming the hand I wanted them to hold.
I've always said I'm okay, silently pleading for help.
But now I really mean it, my knife's back on its shelf.
So now the cuts on my wrists have turned to kisses on my neck.
Bruises on my inner thigh turn to... well, you know the rest.
I've tried to steer clear of lovers, now I want one in my bed.
She's the only thing I dream about, the only thought in my head.
I've found out the hard way to do what I've been told.
And if I don't, to brace myself. Their shoulders would turn cold.
I've always been the outcast in my group of friends.
But now I have a family. Their love will never end.
So now the lump in my throat has turned to gratitude in my heart.
The person that I used to be has never been so far.
My friends today have saved my life, this much I know is true.
Over the months, you've fixed my heart with acceptance and glue.
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A New Beginning
PoëzieIf you've seen me on Inkitt, hi. I'm back. This is my book of poems, but, as the title says, a new beginning. Follow my story through the poems I write.
