Depressed another day while living my life
betrayed by the ones I saw with a knife
friendships and romance dying so young
we're judged whenever we use our tongues.
Destroyed by the ones we kept so close
it's always the ones who hurt us the most
our loyalty and love, they abuse and hurt
they abuse us like Hell and treat us like dirt.
The friendship and bonds would pass away
even though I knew the world wasn't gray
I opened my eyes and embraced the weak
so beautiful it is to see tears down my cheek.
My heart and my soul would heal overtime
though they got away with serious crimes
the betrayal and lies they told to my face
I forgave myself with compassion and grace.




© Josiah Bhola Hillaire