Dancing in my depression

We were close

At one time we were close.

We loved each other like sisters and maybe just a little more.

We talked everyday.

We called each other.

We sat together.

We laughed together.

We were happy.

Then you found new friends.

You found new interests.

You found new happiness and I wasn't apart of it.

We don't cuddle anymore.

Our feet don't touch when we sit together anymore.

We don't even talk.

And now I realize that your getting tired of me.

Your gonna leave me like everyone else does.

I loved you.

But you didn't love me back.

You were my happiness.

And then you left.

Now I sit alone in crowds of people.

Your scars faded.

And mine became more visible.

But then I remembered my promise.

I promised that you would get better even if I had to die for it to happen.

And now I have fulfilled my promise.

So I guess this is my final goodbye.

So goodbye my love.

The promise I mentioned in this is real and if the girl I made it to reads this. Just know that I love you and I'm losing you. And it hurts.