New School

I moved this year and the pain in my heart for those first weeks was unthinkable. I miss my friends more than my family will ever understand.

We turn into the parking lot, music blaring

I feel like there's a hole in my chest

Crippling my soul at the seams, tearing

Want to forget, leave behind the rest

But I can't let go, my heart grips at these memories

Where are the familiar faces I've grown to love

Always there, reminding me

Those friends of mine, a chosen family

He parks in the open space, hoping for a smile

Something he hasn't seen in quite a while

At least not from her

Ever since her world became disturbed

You think you'll like it?

I smile, my true feelings hidden, a secret I can't admit

I miss my life.

As it was

Before.

The End

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