My friends from the past

My friends from the past,

Their hearts were so vast.

I thought they hurt me,

I thought they hated me.

I thought I was a toy,

That brings them joy.

So I hated them till last,

Without knowing their past.

Their heart, in a state of wretched

Agony, their pure heart drenched

All in pain,

The small child remaining,

Ever so silent, even while crying,

Even while screaming,

And still, I hated them till the last,

Without ever knowing their past ...