7 number dial up
I know that you gave up because it was hard enough being your own friend much less to be mine. I know that you wanted this to never end. I just don't know why you thought I expected anything more than being your friend? I've been getting by on so little from you since middle school. I miss you. I miss you and your self-destructive ways. Put down the drugs, pick up the phone. It's hard (without you) counting the days. I miss you and the way that you always knew something was wrong, even when I would say that I'm okay. Put down the drugs, pick up the phone. I'm just a 7 number dial away. And I know that this should've been different. Out of all the outcomes, this isn't the one I picked. And I know that you never wanted for this to be the end of it. You couldn't have just chosen me in the end. You and all of your drugs can't replace this friend. Can't replace this friend. And here's a little secret: you will never mend, you will never be the same again. And I'll still be here, waiting for the new you, just as long as you'll still be, my best friend.
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