fare thee well

To take the step away, from friends will be painful. To move on, will be a stop. To forget, will be unforgetable.
To love, will be hateful. To stay away, will kill me.

To take fare well, will be forever.

To see my friends makes me happy. To see them makes me sad.
To be someone the care for, when I wont be acknowledged.
I am not thought of. So I wont be remembered, no mather whom they are.

Even though I wish to be able to be friends with those I once was trying to be more with.

Nothingness.

Those who reads. Those who thinks. Those who answers.

Lost it already are. Possibilities exist they do not.