A Toast to All the People I Used to Know

If I could write a poem
about you
I would tell the people you were nasty
and meaningless
to me now you are but once you were a rock of mine
I stood tall atop you like
an ocean on a plate of the world.

But you are hatred and depression
and I am no more
hateful and depressed
You were one stage of life
and the stage is over

Look at what I tried to say to you
but you were blind and my words were untrue
There is nothing more that I want then to not know you
and that you exist

But in truth you are not alone
the others have changed and the ones I knew
died long ago.
So I buried you here in my back yard where
I hope to forget you

This new you where you look down at the world
you stick your nose up at me
and
wave me away like I am nothing to you
like I never was

All honesty is that a part of me hated you
now all of me hates you
I tried, tried and tried
and you grit teeth and told me I had done nothing

Oh you are so broken and hurt and oh what have they done to you,
no, I will not pity you.
For choosing treachery over I and the rest
we were overlooked and cast aside
and now you try and try and try
and we can only give you nothing
when you gave to us nothing.

I wish you all the best
really I do
and one day I know you will understand
how much we had used to mean to you.