When I think of you I used to smile, I used to be happy and think of all the good times and great memories we would have.

Now when I think of you a chill of hate runs down my spine, I grow angry, and all of the good memories we have had seen to be from a different life… a different person.

I used to smile any time that I seen you heading my way, we were friends and good ones at that.

Now when I see you I want to scream and yell.

“Why did you do this? What happened to you?”

Now we are not friends. We are nothing more than enimies.

We used to hug any time we seen eachother.

Now I would like nothing more than to hit you.