Lost In The Past

By Shreyaa Shyam

To the friends I lost on the way,

There are some things I'd like to say.

There are no hard feelings,

Just some hard dealings.

To stop myself from reliving,

The pain and sorrows of living.

I loved you, I did.

But you just slid.

And it's okay you did,

For I was a kid.

Who needed help,

But couldn't yelp.

And maybe tomorrow,

There will be less sorrow.

And if it is a must,

We will rise from the dust.

By Shreyaa Shyam