maybe some of us are like trees ,
seeing the leaves fallen ,without keeping them .
just keeping memories ,and destined to observe
always left behind .
changed by changing the unchanged.
scar-tissued . damaged souls
dying on the inside , smiling on the outside .
cursed . not destined . not like i see it .
i miss a friend . today .
we are all responsible for what we have tamed ,
but who gives a shit about us .