To My Ex-BestFriend,
The thing I hate the most, Lying. What do you do to get your way? Lie. I forgave you. In fact I called you out and told you never to lie to me again. Who knew your caring would the BIGGEST LIE OF ALL.
I was there when you got the news of your grandmother's death. I tried to help, I tried to talk to you. I sat on your porch waiting for you to come back from the chicken coop. I sat in your room while you cried in the shower. I tried to be there for you, i called and texted you after that. I invited you to a party, calling and texting and emailing. Nothing. Then you blame me for not calling you and not hanging out. Sure, let's go with that.
School, well i tried to talk to you. Nothing. Core day you texted me and yelled at me for hours saying how everyone hates me and how i was wrong to leave you "in a house full of knives." What was I supposed to do? Go over to your house and take all your utensils? If you really want to cut, you find a way. Along with that it is called self-hurting. The self part is really important here.
Finally, I am sorry. I am sorry for saying that you need to see a shrink. If I were manic-depressive like you I would want some one to tell me to go get help. But hey, all of my mom's friends are therapists and shrinks. I know how to talk with them. For Pete's sake I am an open book.
You fired a tommy gun at me, but my pistol worked just as well. My wounds are healing, the stitching slowly falling away. You on the other hand are colder than I have ever felt. I will say this. I miss you. But I am not coming back. My mom knows, does yours? Pistol or tommy gun, knife or sword. Pen or text. Poetic or song, analitical or emotional, they all get the job done.
Sincerely, your broken hearted Choir Girl
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