These People. Poem by Natasha Wellington

i Start To Think;
About My Past, My Preset, My Future
Then i Blink,
i Think about how Many People said They Would Stay in Touch,
Then it Gets Too Much,
i Think About How Many Friends i Lost Each Time i Moved Away,
& Now i Think i Should Stay

But These Experiences in My Past;
With My Friends, That i've Met & Will Never Forget.
They Are The Ones i Owe My Present Too,
Although There were only a Few;
They Were The Ones Who Helped me Survie,
The Ones who Kept Me Alive.

When Everyone Said i Was Too Young to Feel Something Real,
Something Real Like, Hurt & Dishonesty,
So Im saying These People were There For Me.
When Everyone Said i Sounded Like i Was Going Insane,
When all i Really Felt Was Pain.
These People Mended,
What Others Couldn't do.

These People Have Made Me Who i Really Am today.
These People Lay;
They Lay At The Bottom of My Heart,
Though we Are Apart.
I Know That They Will Never Leave, Never Walk Out When Things Go Wrong,
Because They are The Ones who Made Me Strong.