my best friend

yep. here we go again. don't try and tell me that i was your best friend cause i know that i never meant that to you. i was always the one that drew the short straw and was told to just suck it up. you say you feel the same as me, and i almost felt the same as you, but if we truly had the unbreakable connection you wouldn't have let these things break and tear us apart. there's no excuse to betraying your "best friend". i miss you. i will miss you. it won't go away. but it hurts more to stand here and watch you lie to me and hear you tell me that i mean to you what you always meant to me. you left me in the dark and seeing things from out here makes goodbye make much more sense. the hyporcite that lays next to you has replaced me, and if it wasn't her, i was never that person anyways. the reliable person you wish to see in me has been left behind with the memory of our friendship. looks like we didn't make it to our birthdays.