We were friends.
Really good friends.
Or so I thought.
We always talked,
not anymore.
We were friends on facebook,
not anymore.
What happened?
Did you just decide to delete me?
Did you just think that
it wasn’t going to hurt me?
I’ve been through so much lately
that you don’t even know
and now this happens?
Oh how amazing is my life.
If you’d talk to me
you’d know of the pain
I’m suffering through.
Maybe I’m a wimp.
Or a coward.
A weakling some might say.
But I don’t care what they call me.
Knowing you don’t love me hurts.
It’s the kind of pan
that hits you hard the first hit
but then slowly it becomes all you feel.
At least I’m strong enough to try to get through it.
At least I haven’t given up yet.
But I’m so close to caving in.
I’m so close to letting go of my biggest wish.
So before I leave all I want to know is why.
Why you made me believe you might like me.
Why you ignored me without and answer.
Why you’ve decided that I’m not good enough to be your friend.
I want these answers but I know I wont ever get them…