lunch table thoughts III & silence

new school means new friends

i think as a stare across the table at the same friends.

but something seems different.

we're missing someone,

or many someones.

or maybe even a part of ourselves.

they still treat me like i'm dirt,

laughing at jokes i never heard.

a lot of them are changing.

and for the worse.
 

and then when i get home,

and i manage back to my room.

silence.

not one call and not one message left.

just silence.
 

but sometimes silence is good for the body and soul,

it takes a lot to love the silence but i've learned to do so.