Days with them,
Laughing,
Sharing stories and secrets.
Easy.
Simple.
No self hate,
Or, even self harm.
Smiling,
Laughing,
Walking hand in hand.
What happened?
What happened to the smiles?
The laughter?
Why
Do they hate,
And harm?
Why
Does she look at me that way?
Why can't we have laughter,
And the stories,
And the smiles,
And those easy conversations,
Among friends?
What happened to the happiness?
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Guilt
ПоэзияThe feeling of guilt, regret.Wishing you could go back and change the past. We have all been there.
