Subdued Sorrow

listen when i say don't try to fix me because i'm not feeling broken. don't hide from me, what appears to be teh truth i am not stupid and i know we both wish that i was naive. in retrospect, looking back, i know and I knew then what's going down. unfortunately it would appear that we can't change it. not becuase we don't want to fix this, but becuase we won't take the time it needs to heal. i know that sounds quite harsh, and really i know it's hard, but in the end i think maybe... we're going to be better off on our own. and when you try and make excuses, it just isn't going to work, i feel no shame in admitting my mistake... i feel no sorrow, with these new steps i have to take. if you have to or just want to blame someone, anyone for this mess blame father time becuase it seems that only time can tell in the end everything is not as it was and never will be again. see what happens when we take our masks off? see what happens when we're out to play? it doesn't matter what we had or what we might have had in the end... we'll grow apart just the same. in my shell i've hidden safe secure and warm... i put my head out just once, and down the axe is sure to fall. and everytime it's the same.. and everytime it's like i've learned atleast I think i have but really i have not, because each time i end up acting out the same scene and it always ends the same. so let's rewrite this playbill and instead of starring us as best friends forever, how about best friends if not for a short while.. becuase it seems that neither of us can hold a friend for much longer than a candle burns. we could have made this work, but we didn't really care we didn't have time for us, and so we had to wilt. maybe not past our prime yet, but who is going to bandage us? one has school and life, the other has drugs and boys each seeming to take up all our precious time, i guess now, our friendship walks the borderline. and as we teeter.. i can't help but not feel the sorrow and the pain of losing one's other half. somehow... i saw this coming, and I don't know why i ever let myself believe differently. xoxo Kyelle