Burnt Cigars

To the supposed friends

Thank you

Somehow you had managed to build my

trust like a lego wall

You took advantage of my hopeful soul many times

only for the wall to be rebuilt

and abandoned when you realized you didn’t want me anymore

I decided from a young age that everyone deserves chances to change

Even when you stripped me of all I could be happy about

dug my grave and with a gun to my head

forced me to jump in the well of severe depression and suicidal thoughts and left me to die

Yet when the time I was finally relevant in your lives again

I welcomed you with open arms

I willingly gave you the second chance that most people wouldn’t get

I never talked about the incident

I didn’t want to hurt you because

isn’t that what friends are supposed to do?

not intentionally hurt each other?

to be there for each other?

be kind to each other?

To my supposed friends,

go ahead and roll your eyes

call me an attention seeker

call me fake

whatever you want

but thank you so much,

for showing me that trust is like a cigar

once you burn it enough

it’s gone for good

and right now, I am that burnt cigar...