My best friend is dead.
I've had to deal with burying her corpse,
While the monster that claims to be the same girl laughs at me.
Why is this fair?
Why?
Does nobody care?
Not one person came to me with their condolences,
Why, even some of my closest friends blamed me for her death.
They ditched me to play with the look-a-like monster.
Why weren't others more considerate?
I cried everyday, wishing that I could have my best friend come back.
And why,
Out of everything,
Do others not consider a person changing to equal death?
I no longer have a best friend.
Yet I crave and seek affection from those who,
Even at the the thought of touching me,
Are repulsed?
I want my best friend back.
So what did I do?
I searched for a new one.
What a joke.
That monster made sure I stayed far, far away from everyone,
Excluded from society.
I was just a wh*re that jumped from friend to friend,
Unable to find a replacement for the person I adored.
I'm in love with the concept of a mutual best friend,
Who wouldn't want to be loved just as much as the other person feels?
Balance.
I crave balance.
Why?
Why does everyone else get a best friend?
I need the feeling to be mutual.
I'm tired of one-sided relationships,
False hopes.
I'm tired.
All I wish to do is rest,
Knowing I have a friend who cares about me more than the rest.
Unfortunately the monster always keeps me from falling asleep.
I'm exhausted.
Let me sleep.
Because I know your name.
It's the same as my former best friend's.