Mourning

I used to call you best friend,
Used to be excited to see you,
Tell each other what we’d been through,

Now I cringe when you walk in the door,
Just wanna lay face down on the floor
Feel belittled, ashamed, not good enough

I wish things hadn’t changed,

And that all our problems could be rearranged
To carefully show a future unbroken

I miss your soft eyes, joking tone,
Your silly jokes, your sillier laugh
Now I mourn the thought of who you used to be