Loss of time, loss of place. People that can’t say shit to my face.
Was it a waste? Nah, not in the least.
I learned a lot about myself, and my confidence has only increased.
I appreciate what you did for me, even though you ended up being cowardly.
A friend in my mind you’ll always be, though all respect has been lost in the sea.
Feelings change, from now and then.

Welcome to the trickster’s den.

I really don’t know why you enjoy putting me down,

do you not see how your words are so profound?

Course you do, if it isn’t you then the person is better off on the ground,

Right?

I could have sworn someone in your place is supposed to support,

yet every week you surround me with negativities of the sort.

I admit I usually ignore the bullshit, the lies,

 but lately the words have gained the ability to confound me, mist my eyes.

Pathetic, useless, waste of life

The words just go around, make my head pound…

Why oh why can’t my peace be found?

Solitude, now there’s a thought that’s better than the sweetest of food.

But it eludes me, so I’m stuck in this never-ending feud.

Don’t be fooled by the confidence I exude,

Lately I’ve been finding my mood downer than down,

taunting thoughts of how screwed I am can only make me frown.

No, I’m not alone, but may as well be.

 I’m prone to wanting someone to lean on, but no one.

Why can’t I just be numb, feelings of stone?

Mmm, alone.