Way back When

the Hurt and Pain of a friend lost again

Way back then,
things made me the way I am.
I shut out the world for days on end.
No one else existed in the realm in my head,
save for Hurt and Pain
of a friend lost again.

Way back then,
oh, it’s such a blur.
Every day was me blocking out the world,
so the things that mattered couldn’t come back:
the horrible couple of Hurt and Pain
of an ignorant betrayal.

Way back then,
I was all alone,
No one could see me from anywhere I stood,
save for Hatred and Enmity of the enemies cold.
As I hid from the Hurt and Pain
of a friend lost again.

The End

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