The Revelation
Her mother, the symbol of absolute perfection
won’t be seen until the resurrection
her father, the symbol of wisdom and power
is gone in his darkest hour
her sister, the girl next door
stabbed in the back and called a whore
i’ve lost so many friends
the number just depends
people come and go
i guess that’s just to show
there are real ones and there’s the fake
those are truly just a huge mistake
the real ones stay through these times
the real ones fight through the crimes
there are days when i’m just so low
there are days that are just too slow
i go insane through the days
i’m crazy in so many ways
my happy place is when i’m alone
but i guess i don’t want that to be known
i sit in the dark, the wind on my face
proud of myself, no longer a disgrace
i pray to God to find good friends
not one who just pretends
ive had some friends who stay by my side
through the thick and thin, they’re here for the ride
they’ve seen me laugh
theyve read my paragraph
theyve seen me cry
i cannot lie
but im thankful for these few
those are the ones who are true
my friends are my inspiration
my new realization
although i find sadness within me
I’m now stronger than I ever could be