It's the little things that you don't realize your missing
Until you finally receive them
That damage the most
You realize that
They didn't treat you well
But the damage they caused
Still lingers
Making it hard
To trust
Again
They haunt your dreams
The hallways of your school
The classroom you "ate" with them in
Your deleted and blocked messages
Your old school
Why do they linger?
In the corners of your mind,
They stay
Even though you wish
You could burn
your memory's
To ash
-January 3