Sometimes I wonder who I'd be today if the people that
walked out on me, lied to me or betrayed me
didn't... would I be a softer-speaking person?
Would my walls not be as high, or as stiff? Would my transition
from jovial to vexed be as noticable?
Who would be my friends; better yet who wouldn't?
Sometimes, I wish I knew. Other times, I'm glad I
don't. Everyone who has walked out on me, betrayed me, lied
or took me for granted- they're all a reason why I am so
strong today. I wish I could hate all of them, but I have
to be thankful for them. I hate the fear, the Isolophobia. I do
hate the insecurites cause by them, but had it not happened, I
wouldn't be myself.
"When you have lost a
family member or even a friend, always remember the deceased will
always watch over us and even walk right beside us without being
seen. They will help guide us through the rough times and
when the time is right they will appear before your eyes just to
say a friendly hello and goodbye before they disappear. But
their presence will always be near."
A million miles away Your signal in the distance To whom it may
concern I think I lost my way Getting good at starting over Every
time that I return I'm learning to walk again I believe I've waited
long enoughWhere do I begin?I'm learning to talk again Can't you
see I've waited long enough? Where do I begin?