I'm looking up into the sky,
I look at this new life i've built for myself.
Surrounded now, every day, by human beings, still, it astounds me.
Amazement reflects in my eyes, as my loneliness seems to have faded, now it's gone.
However, that's a lie. Loneliness comes from deep, deep inside.
Every day, I look forward to seeing that other human being, terrified my dream will disappear into wisps of thin air.
So, looking into the mirror which I stare, still, as I've been abandoned by my best friends.
Now, i'm surrounded bi-weekly by these so called "friends."
One, has had strange behaviour.
One goes to the place i once craved.
One stands for everything I hate.
One seems to pretend they enjoy me.
The final one, they seem odd, however one was the glue connecting them to my world.
Finally, the final one, is now dust; is gone.
A friend I had for a long time, whilst I didn't see them often, they were still the nicest, kindest, and best friend I had.
They left me, unwillingly, and now I'll never see them.
A friend I had for a long time, whilst I didn't see them often, they were still the nicest, kindest, and best friend I had.
They left me, without despair, and I'll never see them again.
This destiny, it isn't one that i've dreamed of.
However, the nicest people, the ones who smile all the time;
We suffer the most.
So you'll look on, smile back on my image,
However, I wish together, we could smile back on no images, but each other.
So now I'll stare into the distance.
I won't shed a single tear, I'll whisper these words.
The people I care about most; are the people I never see.
Sometimes I wonder, do they think about me ever?
Most likely not.
Looking at the deep blue sky,
Constellations littered among the thousands, millions of stars I see.
Snow blankets the cold, unmoving ground.
This snow, I fall backwards into it, it's a sea of white.
This abyss, it isn't black, it's like falling into a blizzard.
As I close my eyes, I imagine the friends, the squadron I wish i had.
However, sometimes, life just turns out bad.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.