In days of old, I gave my heart

to friends who vowed we'd never part.

But shadows came, and words betrayed,

promises broke, friendships decayed.

Their smiles were masks, their words untrue,

I saw the lies and sorrow grew.

Yet in the pain, a strength was found,

in broken ties, new hope unbound.

The scars they left, a mark of strife,

a reminder of a fractured life.

To trust again, a daunting task,

behind each smile, a hidden mask.

I built a wall, so high and strong,

to guard my heart from further wrong.

Each new approach, a cautious tread,

fear and doubt within me spread.

But step by step, new friends appeared,

with patience, kindness, they persevered.

They chipped away at walls of fear,

their genuine love drawing near.

With every laugh and every tear,

they slowly made my path more clear.

Their honesty, a healing balm,

a soothing touch, a gentle calm.

The scars began to fade away,

as true friends brightened every day.

Their loyalty, a guiding light,

through darkest times, a beacon bright.

Now hope blooms where trust was torn,

in hearts that love, where friendships born.

New bonds I forge with care and grace,

with those who cherish, not replace.

The past, a teacher, harsh but wise,

showed where true connection lies.

In friendship's light, I find my way,

with friends who heal me, come what may.