A Friendship Severed

The day I moved was fine, I guess.
It hadn't yet hit me
that there I wouldn't be accepted;
I'd become very lonely.

From my happy, funny, creative self
to a pessimist I'd turn
Saw the world through tinted eyes
I had a lot to learn!

My confidence went way down
My tear count went sky high;
At that point, I didn't yet know
just how to say goodbye.

Books I'd read, things I'd test
trying to find out
why I felt empty inside
like the echo of a shout.

How much I'd cry, I'd miss ya'll guys
how hallowed out I'd feel;
things seemed to get worse and worse
like a snowball down a hill.

Then one day, it dawned on me
(of course i'll miss ya'll always)
but all I must do is let go
to stop these doleful days.

When it finally came to me,
I felt happy, yet sad.
I never wanted to forget you, yet
the sadness was driving me mad!

You simply have NO idea
the anguish I went through
the tears, the headaches, all the time,
the awful thoughts too.

Of how, maybe, you never liked me,
maybe you never cared...
That maybe, everything was fake
the times I thought we shared.

But no, this was not the case,
our friendship wasn't gone.
It's just, maybe, a bit low-key
because we're moving on.