When I lost my bestfriend,
my days lost their light.
My days lost their fun.
My days lost everything.
Apart of me died.
I would have rather lost a limb or a organ then loss my best friend.
My best friend was my rock
And I lost it.
I did something and lost my best friend.
I would do anything and everything to undo that.
But I can't.
My best friend doesn't acknowledge my existence.
And I don't deserve it.
I can only feel depression and sadness when I think of what happened.
If my best friend ever reads this, I want them to know that if they ever want to talk. I am always going to respond.
