Someone else on Odyssey (Shoutout to Kristen!) wrote an article about friends leaving them. I related to it a lot, it seems like a big part of life is people coming in and out of it. Losing friendships is something I am still learning how to deal with right now.
It's sad when friendships end on bad terms and things go really negatively. I have experienced this first hand, but I'm always told that this is a part of growing up. In the end the friendship ending is probably for the best, but sometimes feelings can blind your perspective.
So here is my interpretation of what losing friends feel like:
You cared about me, atleast at one point in your life.
You were kind, you were loving, you were nice.
But then it all changed, like it usually does.
You decided to hate me and cut me off just because.
I didn't fit the mold you had for me, I was one of a kind.
But you didn't need someone like me, so you made up your mind.
In your mind you had tossed me away, like I was a piece of trash.
But you kept me around physically so I wouldn't do anything rash.
To me were close, we shared problems, we were fine.
But you'd joke to your friends about how all I do is whine.
I thought we were friends you and me against the world; but just like the world you already decided.
And now I regret all the secrets I confided.
My secrets aren't secrets because you blabbed until you were done.
But your secrets are my secrets because I never told one.
It's crazy how much I love and how much I care,
Because when I really needed you, you were never there.
Thank you for the laughs and for all the hugs,
But your lies were the trap and I was the bug.
Here I lay on the ground looking at the sky,
Because I thought of you and I have no reason why.
I will smile at the times we shared, And in my mind I'll pretend you always cared.
But I know what really happened, I know the things you said.
You thought I was oblivious to the jokes, that they all went over my head.
You talked about me to your real friends, I know it's true.
But here's the funny thing, I never talked about you.
Never wished you ill or cursed your name,
Because whether or not I did it, you would still be the same.