I tried to save you. I tried to give you somewhere safe, someone who actually cared. I tried to keep you from this stupid ending. You were worth more than this. And I tried to show you. I tried to make you believe it. But you always fought me. You left me behind for people who wouldn't make you feel bad about what you were doing. Even though I never, I NEVER judged you for your addictions. But you couldn't look at me and do drugs at the same time. So you abandoned me for people who didn't care what happened to you. That's why I shut you out. It wasn't the drugs. It was because you started treating me like an afterthought, just like all our other friends did. I could handle the drugs and the lies, but I couldn't handle that. Still, I thought you'd be okay. You were doing so good for awhile. You didn't need me. You were strong enough. Until you weren't. And now you're gone. And I want to be mad at you. I want to hate you. But I can't. I pulled away, but I never forgot. I never will. Even though I should because you're so stupid, so careless. But you didn't deserve this.
I still have the perfume you gave me. The one with the glitter. And the stupid watch that matched yours. I wore it until it stopped working. And that notebook we picked up at that dollar store. The one you said I had to have because it made you think of me. Did you keep any of the things I gave you? Did they get lost along the way? I said I loved you and I meant it. You said you loved me and, despite everything, I think you meant it too. But it wasn't enough to keep you safe.
