Picking at the pieces

9/25/15

If there has been one thing I've learned in my eighteen years of living is that people leave.

They leave and never look back.

It's crazy. One day you're surrounded by people who love you and want to be around you. They call and tell you everything, I mean there isn't anything you don't know about them. And then you wake up one day with no one. Everyone is gone and you're all alone.

It doesn't happen in a blink of an eye, it's a gradual progression. First you don't agree on something, then you get into  a fight and make up but it's not the same. You begin to view things in different ways and slowly quit sharing things so you don't fight.  Then you quit hanging out as much until one day you don't hang out at all anymore and you just give a passing nod on the street.  They just fade away into the night. They move on to new things and new people and you're stuck in the same place with the problems.

One day you wake up and you're all alone trying to pick up the pieces of your battered heart off of the floor to put it back together again.