That Night…

That night I told I was there for you, I told you I would hold your hand through the tough times; and you gave me a dial tone. You showed me what I really meant to you. Nothing more than a sound on the other end of the call.

You tell me there is hope in the future. You tell me everything will be better when the sun finally raises once more. Best friend. You hold my hand everytime; everytime he breaks another piece of my glued heart. You were there. Thank you.

He thinks nothing is wrong. He only thinks of himself. He knows he did wrong, but still smiles in the halls. Everything back to normal? Why tell me sorry when you are just setting me up for another waste of a perfectly good bandaid. That I have found does nothing for broken dreams and spent tears.

She crys. Hoping for someone to listen. Hoping for a break in the endless chain. The chain that has held her down, the chain that has stopped her from that dreamed of step forward. She can’t break free. In search of the key. In search of……..

                                 You’re the one that judges……You tell me!