Losing a friend is like losing a piece of you.
Feeling broken is really all that you find true.
Feeling pain is really all that you can do,
Since you lost the one that had once been closest to you.
Saying you're sorry is out of the picture,
But you only tried to protect her from those who'd hit her.
She doesn't understand even when its in front of her face,
Then suddenly she says, "We need some space. "
Some turned out to be a lot,
'Maybe she's just thinking. ' You'd thought.
Turned out she'd moved on to a better life,
Long before you could stop the strife.
Years after, you look back to that end...
The end to what had once been,
Your best friend.
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My Original Poetry
PoetryHey, there!! I have been writing poetry since I was little. I realized that I have never posted any of it kind of scared of judgement. Some are suicidal from really bad times in my life. Some are happy from the best way times I will ever experience...
