The Worst Thing

There are hundreds of reasons I feel deep inside,
That most everything in the past years gone by,
Has died, has withered, has gone,
But through all this I can still stay strong.

The future is a scary ordeal,
Learning how to trust, learning how to heal,
But those things I can take in stride,
Though it steals my contentment, and reshapes my pride,

The worst thing, the worst thing is this,
Watching the decay of those that you miss,
I cry, I get angry, then I cry again feeling sick,
Childhood feels perverted, my bruised heart is kicked,

I wait for them to grow wise,
Trapped in a tangle of lies.
They seem to be scared all the time,
What have you done, I love you, come back dear... Dear friend of mine.