Lonely.

Friends

The people that are supposed to stick by you

The people who love you for you

The people that you can be your best around

I need that.

I've always had that

I wouldn't say change is something scary

But it gets to a point.

In the beginning everything is always great

New friends, new people

A chance to open up and go out

Facetime calls, texting conversations

Always on repeat

Then it starts to decrease..

New people are unheard of

Smiling faces slowly disappear

But it's all ok because you have your friends

Your real friends

But do you?

You continue to reach for that happiness

Arms open time and time again

For anyone

Anything

Then you put your arms down

You breathe

You struggle to breath

You struggle to think

You struggle to live

You search for the open arms you once gave

Nothing.

Not a single. person.

You chase happiness

Chase the calm to ease your chaotic mind

But you fail time and time again

You put your arms back out

Praying someone will appear

And there they are.

You don't want things to end

You don't want things to change

You don't want to sit alone in your thoughts

So you choose to not let this end

You hold your arms out

Even when they are struggling to stay up

Even when your arms go numb

You hold your arms out

For anyone to enter.