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Heal Me

By shootingstar97, Calgary, Canada

I was ten at the time
I anticipated the moment; I was excited even.
Across countries, I would move
Now four years later I look back
And think hard
Sometimes I wish
That I never move back
That I was still there
I still talk to them sometimes – my old friends
But they’ve moved on
It’s like they barely remember me – and I barely remember them
It’s hard
It’s like
I never existed
And sometimes, I feel like I don’t
And then I'm here
And I watch my ‘friends’ from a distance
They don’t know me either – they don’t know what I feel
What I think
What I see when I look at them

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