It's okay
That I'm not their closest friend.
It's alright
That they turn to others for help.
I'm fine.
I wasn't much help any way.
It makes sense
That they don't need me.
I understand
Why I'm left alone.
It's perfectly clear
That I'm not needed.
I'll still be there
Even when others fail.
I'm always waiting
For them to come back.
I'm the last resort
But at least I can help.
After all, they're all I cared about.
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Freedom
PoetryIt's called "Freedom" because I used to hold all of my feelings inside. Then I found a way to let it go- writing. I'm free again, and I want you to know how I used to feel, and the feelings that still haunt me. Oh, and never forget how dramatic us w...
