#brokenfriend

I don't want you, anymore. I don't want to talk to you, anymore. And you wonder why? Because you've moved to the city? Because, now your friends share the same class as you? Because, you're a party guy? No. I don't want to listen, or hear about you, because you murdered the boy I cared so much about, and you buried him under the flashy ego of yours. This boy infront of me would'nt whine about the love he lost. He won't be silently listening to everything I had to say. He wouldn't go maniac because I wouldn't pick up his calls. He wouldn't go mad because I missed his birthday. He wouldn't fight to wish me first on mine. He would'nt fight to tell me he's my best friend. He wouldn't need me after getting drunk. He wouldn't cry to me, anymore. He wouldn't call me "be brave!" and then assault my stalkers. He wouldn't.. you wouldn't. You have blood of the boy I loved so dearly.. that I know loved me so. And my bones break everytime I mourn for him. Worse part? his face is so similar to you but you're his walking grave I can't even weep to. I loved him and now I hate you.