Lost Liberations

Reasoning Behind Poem

This is a poem about how one of my best friends told me that they didn't want anything to do with me. It was two weeks after I got back from being hospitalized for depression and suicidal thoughts. Who knows, maybe she thought I was messed up in the head. Or maybe she was overwhelmed. I haven't heard from her for half a year now, and she only lives four houses down the street. I've never felt more abandoned.

I wrote her
A poem
About the first
Day we met.
About how I
Knew she was
A person of
Understanding
That would instantly
See right
Through me.
Maybe I
Misunderstood.
Maybe I
Was blind.
Who knew she
Would pack up
And leave me
Crippled on the ground
Wracked with the grief
Of my own ignorance.
Certainly not I.
In my moment
Of need, she
Decided I was a burden.
She made new friends,
I’m sure.
But why would she
Leave me in the dust?
Each key stroke
Makes me choke up,
Know that she wants
Nothing to do with me.
I thought our bond
Was the real thing.
We planned our futures,
Always interlacing
Our fates with one another's.
Maybe I should look again,
Move on with life.
But how do you move
On when a piece
Of your life
Walks off
Into the void?