…What would you say?

If I said hello..what would you say?
If I told you I missed you..what would you say?
If I asked you to be my friend again..what would you say?
If I told you I’ve changed..what would you say?
If I told you I promise not to sit on my butt and txt the whole time..what would you say?
If I promised to be fun..what would you say?
If I promised not to be boring..what would you say?
If I told you I was looking for fun and adventure..what would you say?
If I told you I was ridiculous..what would you say?
If I told you I could really use a friend..what would you say?
If I asked you to be honest with me..what would you say?
If I told you I’m sorry..what would you say?
If I said i don’t know why we stopped being friends..what would you say?
If I told you I miss the way things used to be..what would say?
If I told you I don’t know how or why things changed..what would you say?
If I didn’t tell you this..what would you say?
If I didn’t tell you how I felt..what would you say?
If I asked you what you really thought of me..what would you say?
If I txted you this..what would you say?
If I made this a Facebook note and tagged you..what would you say?

Would you say anything or nothing at all?
Would you say everything or not a word at all?
Would you tell me the truth or lie to my face?
Would you spare me the details and give up the race?
Would you ignore me like I didn’t exist
Or feel the same way, that you simply miss
Me too and the way things were
Or would you pretend so I didn’t get hurt
But not telling me is like leaving me face down in the dirt
Which is where you would go wrong so I finish this vent poem and say so long
Old life, old friends, i think its time I moved on.

If i said goodbye..what would you say?

To everyone telling everyone else to be happy, don’t. You don’t know what there going through, yes they know there is less fortunate but did you ever stop to wonder that maybe they wish they were them, that they’d give up everything to be a kid in Africa with nothing because at least then they’d be surrounded by decent kind people going through the same stuff and they help eachother out and they’re there for one another? No, I didn’t think so. So mind your own business and everyone stop using Facebook as a diary. There’s things such as anonymous blogs or a pen and paper or notebook with a key. And maybe some of us post our negativity because we’re hoping there is someone decent out there in this cruel world that will come along and read it, actually care and give a crap and make us feel better and let us know that we’re not alone. And yes through this whole paragraph i wrote like i was talking about other people but obviously i was speaking about myself..