An elegy

When we are young,

We lose our friends

For no significant reason.

No signs of treason

On the horizon,

Yet we delete them from our friend

List,

And they clench their fists

And feel lost and weird.

Why are we here

Is there's no trust?

 

Sadness covers a fresh garden.

I don't want to be a burden,

I don't want to harm you at all,

But if I'm successful now,

Why don't you call?