Missing the echo of a friend
Losing a friend sucks,
sometimes they leave, sometimes you just drift apart until there's only silence,
the worst way to lose a friend is when they change,
your left yearning for when everything was fine,
when you'd joke around play games and just be happy together,
nothing wrong
nothing broken
you could simply just be
but now when you look at them you just feel melancholy,
mourning the death of who they used to be
feeling pain with every spared glance at who they've become,
it hurts because you knew them
before they were killed and outcast
it hurts you because you care
you still care
you would tell them but they never believed anyone could,
even still you tried
but it was to late
the cracks had set in
your cries fell upon deaf ears and now they are gone
replaced with a scrambled version of what they were
pieces are gone the edges sharp and misaligned
they are shattered into billions of pieces
when you try to fix them now you get hurt
you slice yourself on their sharp edges until you can't take it anymore,
you couldn't stop the cracks from spreading
you cared so much you got hurt trying to fix things
you tried,
you tried over and over again but they still end up shattered
you earned scars in your recovery
some wounds being to severe to heal completely,
some reopen leaving you to relive the pain,
clutching your last strings of sanity as it washes over you,
"they weren't good for you"
It's not your fault
"they chose to not get help"
It's not your fault
"you helped all you could"
It's not your fault
You cared
You tried
It's not your fault
Who they were has died
and all that's left is an echo
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