a best friend,

too caught up,
in her charm, beauty, need.

backhanded compliments,
bringing people down
so she didn't go down alone

guilt,
not doing good enough
not being there enough
never being enough

a friendship,
that was so glorified
that seemed so good
so pure

gone.

toxicity,
masked by feeling as though we need each other
that we need to hold on
as though it was the world
and us

emotionally drained,
after putting your problems
to the back of your mind
not being prioritised
when you needed to the most

red flags everywhere,
slowly being picked up
by people around you

but you're too busy,
being manipulated
torn down
to stop,
to notice

a friendship that has been buried,
six feet under
at last.