Bad Luck

I've had friends that loved me,
and friends that were so kind,
but now they have disappeared,
somewhere along the hands of time.

Is it something that I do?
that makes them fall away,
or is it just some bad luck,
that changes the love of day?

Often I think of 1st grade,
when I thought I knew my friend so well,
but she lied to me and rejected me,
and all I can do now is tell.

Then I think of 4th,
when times seemed just so fair,
but that failed me sometimes too,
and so do the clothes I wear.

And 7th was the charm,
when all of the ones I trusted left,
and there was only one friend I had,
and it's her that I call best.

So I sometimes I have people,
but mostly I just see,
that most of things that happen,
just all seem meant to be.

Perhaps it is bad luck,
or maybe just pretend,
but I know that they all know,
this is what they can never mend.