Move On

Please don't convict me with your false insecurities
Please don't exploit me with your lies
Please don't judge me with your critical fatigue
But please, don't leave me here to die

Because without friends, we would die. Not actually die, as in getting your head chopped off, but die inside. Lose a part of ourselves.
When we make friends, and bond with people, we're sharing who we are.
We are sharing our hearts
We are sharing our souls

You can never get those pieces back. You either hang around, and put up with the choice you made, or you can take a risk, leave, and try to mend yourself.
That's the hardest thing to do. Leave a part of you behind and move on. Mind you, those people never forget, who you were and where you were headed. They own that part of you and always will.

It's a scary thought, but it makes sense to me. Some people call it your past. Few people call it the present. And many call it their future.
Don't hang around and wait for those pieces you shared to dissolve, they never will.
Take a chance and move on. Trust yourself to find someone else's pieces.

But when you do, treat them well.
And never forget.

Kimberley Doreen x