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Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #1379316
Its a poem about a broken friendship
Im watching my life pass me by in the rear view mirror
Listening to the sounds of happiness
Wishing I knew what it was like
Wishing that I could laugh for no reason too

Those pictures we have are frozen in time
I don't want to look at them
I don't like the way they make me feel
I don't like the memories they bring back

I don't want to waste another day stuck in the shadows of my mistakes
I don't want to waste another minute of my happiness
I no longer want to regret

Our friendship meant so much more to me than all of this
Just let it exist again 
Be here for me again
Care for me again

Because I want you,
Because I need you
I need you to talk to me before I go to sleep
I need to hear your voice all the time

I feel the thought of you crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger, like a burning

Im searching this world of wonders
To find a place that I have never been
To feel something that I have never felt
To see something I have never seen

So someone can look at me,
And wish they had a life like mine,
So I don't have to look at those happy people anymore

Because everytime I would see myself in a mirror
I would be that happy person
There would be a smile shining across my face
knowing my life is going somewhere

But now im broken
Im faded
Im dissapearing

Ive been dying inside
Little by little
Day by day
Minute by minute

Theres no where to go
No where to hide
No where to feel safe

My mind is just going in endless circles
Going over and over what I did wrong
I'm just running away from myself
Trying to become the person I once was

Your the one who gave me a reason to stand still
To stop running
To make me want to be me
To stop trying to be someone else

Now im just falling faster,
Barely breathing, barely seeing, barely living
Searching for something to hold on to

Give me something to beleive in
Tell that its not just all in my head
Tell me that we really were friends

Take whats left of this broken person
I have no use for it anymore
Im half the person I thought I would be
But you can take it
You can take whats left of me
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