A last goodbye

In high school nothing seems to last forever

People grow up, and friendships grow apart

I don’t know what I’ll do without him,

But he’ll always be in my heart

A friendship so strong,

No one will ever understand,

The pain I feel inside me

When he’s not there to hold my hand.

My eyes are puffy from the tears,

No one there to feel my fears

Emptiness has been left inside me,

But no one’s there to see my hiding.

Facing the world without him will never be the same

Because to me this was never just a game

A friendship so strong fell before my eyes

Every thought about him consumes my mind

Though he is no longer there,

I still feel him everywhere.

We may not have made it to forever

But at least I know we ended it together.

I guess these are my last words of sophomore year. I lost my best friend, and nothing seems to  be able to fix that. I've cried a lot today when he said he was done, but now I begin to realize my pain has only just begun. There are heartbreaks every day and mine is no different. I just have to hold my head up and be strong, put on a smile and move on. I will never forget every memory we shared. I have learned that letting go is one of the hardest things in life, but it always comes. You decide whether it defines you, or guides you. So, goodbye best friend. I've taken many lessons from you, but our  road together ends here. I hope to find you one day happy, with a life that brings you so much joy. One day we might meet again. We might sit down and talk, or just smile and remember old times. Or we could walk away with hatred in our hearts. Whatever path we take, whatever move we make, I wish you the very best. This may be our last goodbye, but just know you'll be in my heart forever. 

Mud

Mud, squished up between your toes. What a wonderful reminiscence of your childhood. Back when everything was carefree and like mud, easily shaped. Your future was blind to you, but you had faith in yourself, knowing whoever you became was the person you were meant to be. You thought nothing bad of the outside world, and your innocence was still there. Mud is a childhood memory that burns like a fire. As we grow older our flame runs out, and we yearn for the years where our lives were easily shaped, like the mud between our toes, feeling the soft, squishy texture of wet earth beneath our feet. Instead of shaping ourselves, we become shaped by others. We succumb to peer-pressure and slowly lose every ounce of control in our lives that we were given. We once had the power to control our lives.  We once had the power to shape our future. Whereas now, we're stuck in the same routine everyday wishing for it to all go away. Our childhood memories, like mud, are fading. Our lives are quickly shading. We're drowning fast into the great unknown. No one knows what the next step will be, only that we will never see; what is to become of this generation; how will we ever shape the nation? Everyone is depending on us, when we’re still in a rut. We’re clueless on what to do, yet we are expected to act like you. Our childhood memories are quickly fading, no one else see’s the faking. Mud was once such a beautiful thing, never again will we see the light it brings. Our childhood memories are quickly fading. 

*I really don't know if this is what you wanted, but it's late, I'm tired, and this is the best I've got.*