For You, My Friend

It was hard to walk away from everything. I walked away from his love. And sometimes, I wish I didn’t.
I left for a reason though. A good reason. You told me the truth and I didn’t believe you. He told me a lie and I believed him.
It’s when you’re torn that it hurts. It’s when you’re lost that you feel the pain of loneliness.
I miss him. I miss you. I miss what I used to be.
I can’t forget anything, no matter how hard I try. When I walk past the graveyard I cry becuase I think of you and what he did to you. I’m sorry for not believing you. I’m sorry for trusting the wrong person.
It’s my fault. Forgive me. Please. I didn’t know what I was doing. I thought I was doing the right thing until I heard sirens and saw you being carried in. I saw the blood. I heard the shot. I saw him, too.
I wish he took me instead of you. I wish you were here. I wish it wasn’t my fault.
This is the truth, I’m afraid to say.
I miss him. I miss you. I miss who I used to be.

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