I spend time
Friends, laughter
I turn around
Next thing I know I'm at arms length
Being friends is hard
One or the other
Choose one
Guilt, loneliness
Choose the other
Crippling regret, isolation
There is no right way
Left, up, or down
The sign's broken
I'm lost
Pit in my stomach
Want to cry
Let it all out
But my eyes refuse
And I'm stuck
I'm not asking to forget
Nor forgive
I just wish I didn't have to feel like I'm betraying someone every time I talk or spend time with somebody else
It hurts
I try
But what's the point
It doesn't matter what I do