Realizations, Confrontations, Tears.
It started senior year
So many realizations and quite a few confrontations
And I cant forget the tears
Growing up, I never knew I'd lose so many relation-ships
Friends grew apart
Gave me a broken heart
Had me questioning everything
Like where do I start?
So many nights I cried
Thinking about the lies
My mom saw my depression
I made many confessions
It happened for the best
I got alot off my chest
I speak to God more he opened a door
I'm truly thankful for that
Losing all those friend really threw me out of wack
It taught me to grow and thats what I did
Wish I could go back to August fifth
But it's over and it happened
Thank you God for freeing me
From what I was trapped in
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.