Words make things better sometimes and Im happy I didnt lose the friend I've missed I am so happy to be free! HEY LOOK AT MY POEM! Passing By. Written by Angela Campbell. When wondering down a twisted staircase and feeling anything but safe, a solid stone lay in my path causing trips and bones to break. Every blow leaves wounds with scars, and dragging baggage long the way. All because one bittersweet boy lit a candle to watch it burn and then refused to stay. And tears of loss caress my skin, not of love but deeper still the loss of friendship. I close my eyes to hide reality and and when they open I have found the stone is just one of many. I pass by. 1) Thing are better 2)Im free to be me 3) I can live like this Love ya'll Kristesirmferenicosh