[Challenge writing. A friend of mine wrote the first line, she told me to write on and open up for my heart. Speak out the truth....I wasn't certain if i wanted to accept the second rule, to publish this On Facebook or another site of mine. But now i did. Don't judge me please? ]
I miss the days we all were friends.
No one were an outcast.
No one where a 'freak' or a 'nerd' because they knew things other didn't.
I miss the days we could play.
Play games with each other, run around and laugh.
The days were everything was a playground.
I look back at those days....
I wish them back....
I want them back....
But people changed...
They got in groups, they had other friends.
They left me behind....
And for what, you may ask?
Because their 'friends' told i was a freak, a nerd and un-normal.
You believed them....
You trusted their words....
You turned your back to me....
Unloved by a close friend.
They kept calling me names.
They kept making me think lower about myself.
They kept going...until the life were drained out of me to the last piece.
I had one hope, one single believe in that it weren't true.
Then you came along, you looked at me while i tried to fix my broken pieces.
You bent down, hold a piece in your hand.
But as our eyes met....
You crushed that piece in million pieces.
Then you walked away, you left me behind with my broken pieces.
What could i do now?
The one i trusted, the one i loved as a close friend, the only person i trusted with my life.
My last piece were in my hand, i wanted to break it and welcome the darkness to me.
Because the Darkness were what i had, the darkness kept me safe. The darkness...would never hurt me.
A shadow came over me, someone stood in front at me.
I couldn't see who, because the light behind the person were to bright.
The person bent down to me, took a broken piece from the ground and held it in my hand.
The piece got healed, it connected with my last piece i had in my hand. Then i heard the person speak.
"It will be alright, we will help you heal your piece."
As i look up, i saw a girl. She smiled kindly at me, as two if not three more people was behind her. They took bent down in front at him, picked up a piece and placed them in my hand.
My broken piece healed again.
They spoke to me, their words so kind and soft.
'You are a good friend'
'I don't know what i should have done, if i haven't met you'
'Your drawings are good, your art is wonderful'
'I love your stories, even if they are yaoi'
They were like me, they too have been cast away, being called names and were freaks in others eyes.
But for me....
For me they were heroes
They were good...
They were kind...
They were funny...