Bound by hurt

You’re my friend
Or you once were
And now we’re very different
I–in my old skin I come to you
The happy me screaming to be free.
A mother lost on Christmas Eve
A funeral shortly after
Dictates I must trap myself
Within myself
To ease your hurt.
We were friends
Or once were
Now we feel more like strangers
As we’ve both changed
For better and worse,
But tragedy creates sisters
Of us all

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