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My Best Friend's Funeral
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He was here. He was here at the funeral. The balls this guy had! He was the reason her best friend had died! Who the hell let him in?!? He spotted her and walked over.
“I just can’t believe she’s really gone,”
He said in a voice that sounded insincere.
“I dunno how I’m going to get through this... I loved her a lot.”
She felt her eyes begin to tear up. What the hell was wrong with this dude? Her throat started to tighten. She was beginning to turn red. This guy just made her so angry, so frustrated... She spoke up in a voice that sounded unlike hers. It was the voice of a woman. A woman who had more patients than anyone in the world.
She woke up one morning...
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She saw a pathetic image of herself.
She hated everything she saw.
She looked at her eyes.
She looked at her lips.
She looked at her skin.
Everything about her was dead.
All because of you.
I watched my best friend suffer.
I’d ask you if you know the felling,
But I know you don’t.
The mascara was tattooed in streaks down her face
No matter how hard she scrubbed,
It would be there the next morning.
She cried herself to sleep every night.
She forced a smile through the day.
She stayed quiet.
She spoke when she was spoken to.
She started carrying a blade and bandaids in her backpack.
The shirt sleeves got longer,
Her life got shorter.
And you have the audacity to come to her funeral,
and say you are sad because you loved her?
Please, cut the B.S.
If you loved her, you wouldn’t have left.
You would have stayed,
She would still be alive,
I would still have my best friend,
Her mother wouldn’t be dressed in black,
And her little brother wouldn’t be crying in the corner.
You say you love her only because she is gone.
Now that you can’t have her, you want her more than ever.
You’re the sole reason she’s in the casket!
You’re the reason she’s dead!
IT’S. ALL. YOUR. FAULT.
She could have gotten better!
She could have been happy again.
She had just started to move on.
She had met a nice guy...
But then you gave her this tiny shred of hope.
You told her you still loved her.
He loved her.
I loved her.
Her friends and family loved her.
You USED her.”
She let the tears fall down her face. He looked at her with stunned eyes. She had just told him off and he could not form a single word. She walked away and left him there with nothing more than his own thoughts.