Late Night Talk

Rotting

Thirteen, thirteen years is still young but it can feel so long. The world it's so busy twenty four seven, people rushing around from place to place like a crazy person pacing an empty hospital room. People come and go but their are also people who are with you forever but only some are worthy enough for that privilege.
Carmen, we were friends once but now, for some reason, you hate me, but why? I asked myself and looked back on things to try and remember if I did you wrong. I couldn't think of anything, then what is it? What happened to telling each other everything so that it would be okay? I don't know, I don't know what happened. Why did you leave?
Seven years, seven god damn years, we were the best of friends, we had something that no else at school had. We always stayed close to each other, not just in our relationship but physically. No, we were not lesbian, even though we were called that before. We didn't care, even if sometimes I would lose my temper a bit because of it, I was only trying to protect you. Now looking back, I think it was the other way around.
I think of you all the time, but then I also say to forget it because I know you're never going to come back me. It's almost like your a corpse, rotting away. Not literally but that's how I feel about you leaving my life, gone forever.