Life...

Everyone always around but,
no buddy ever really near.

For the ones who cared to,
the ones who ran from there fears.

From the tears that were,
caused by great pain.

By the emotional scars,
that won't go away.

From the tears I've cried,
to the tears that,
have gone and dried.

The one who'd rather,
been loved and hurt,
to have never been,
loved at all.

The one who has chosen,
all the wrong before the right