The simplest form of humanity-
Kindness.
Though outweighed by the power of Insecurity-
Mocks you to this day.
The funny jokes,
Senseless acts of joy,
All seize together and leave you-
An array of emptiness finds that-
What you already knew-
Is what you realize now.
But it's too late.
The very people you spoke about
Now refuse to speak to you.
How ironic it is to turn on the very people
Who supported you,
Inspired you,
Appreciated your very being,
And now lack all care
And consideration toward you.
What an empty world you live in,
So full of angst, regret, and pity.
I do pity you, and not for the mistakes you have made
But for the pitiful silence you now live in
My kindness will not be taken for granted,
Not now,
Not tomorrow,
Not Ever
Good- Bye my 'friend.'
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