3 years onward

i've lost a lot of things
Girls, those
withering flowers
most covered by concrete
and the friends
that let their journey
cruise to a stop
The girls call me
up sometimes, really drunk;
asking me why do
i do these things
to people. They cry and
accuse me that
they cant escape
the screaming i brought
to them. I hang up
but they always
come over. The friends
though, never
phone or come over.
it took me a while
to swallow my pride,
now I visit them,
Just a gaunt soul
staring at the ground
thinking maybe
that its all different realities
but the same hell.