No one helped her,
No one there to help her,
They all left once they saw her real self.
She realized that they were never her friends,
They never cared,
They never looked at her like she was a friend just an assist,
An assist to help them look good,
An assist to help them get close to her family,
An assist because of her family's place and looks,
An assist was all she ever was to them,
So she stopped,
She stopped trying to keep up with them
She stopped trying to go out of her way to make them happy,
Now she wishes she could delete all the memories of them,
Delete the conversations,
Delete the secrets shared,
And delete them completely from her life,
She was never the same,
Not after knowing the truth that they don’t care,
Knowing that they just used her.
They did try to come back though,
But she didn’t let them back into her life,
Because she knew they were only back for one reason,
They couldn’t find someone to replace her,
But no she couldn’t nor would she let them back,
Not after knowing that she was only an assist to them,
Not after being used by them,
So she deleted them completely,
And she blocked the memories of them,
Doing this she helped herself when no one else helped her.
© The Scarlett poet