Beautiful Lotus Flower.

Black Dahlia

Black Dahlia. 

The flower that resembles betrayal. Betrayal is the only word that would describe everything she has ever built with me. I loved her. I loved every single second I had with her and I would tell her everything. Isabella was her name and years later even thinking about her makes me sick. She who was emotionally mistreated by her parents and I who's blooming became more rotted than pure. I knew things that she never even thought of. I was rotting inside and when I finally reached out to her out of all people, her parents decided to block me out of her life. Why did it hurt? Why did I say anything? Just why did you have to open your mouth? When her parents finally decided to let her talk to me, she ignored me at school. Why was she ignoring me? She would message me everyday in 2nd grade and I never knew why she was doing this up until 4th. Her friend, Xitlaly. I hated her. I hated her with all my heart. She never liked me and she won't ever. All those months and years of Isabella ignoring me was because of her. Xitlaly ruling around Isabella and Isabella fell for all of it because she fell in love for her. Why did she hate me so much? I never caused any harm to her. I didn't do anything for her to hate me the way she did. 4th grade and my blooming wasn't doing so great. I felt like I was dying. Not enough sun and water to keep me going. Why were the waters drying. Was I going to lose the dahlia? 4th grade I asked her "Izzy, why would you ignore me?" And when I said those words, I regretted them. "Because I liked Xitlaly back then. And you were really annoying and depressing." Are You Serious. All this because of some girl you liked? All this because you and her both judged me as I was? Why did I trust you so much "Izzy"? Why. In summer you messaged me on my social saying how I was being all like "oh your so lucky to have a father" because this lotus didn't have one. Well guess what, I would do anything for you and you say this to me? After all those times you came to ME not Xitlaly, not your parents, not your friends, but me? Why me if you felt that I was flaunting and supposedly making it seem like you should be grateful for having a father. Why would I ever say such a thing if I know that it is also hard to have a father. I will never forget how you treated me.

 Never.