Moving today, packing your things. A couple states away, hometown. You said, when I get my phone back I'll delete your number first, I can't have anyone from my old life in my future. And I know it's going to hurt. Eight years of amazing friendship. We have such an amazing past, I don't understand, why can't we make this last?. Its going to be a fresh start, I hope you know. You know.

I'll always remember that day in the city, when your sleeve slid, up what was under wasn't pretty. A bunch of slashes and scars that screamed out MY PARENTS DONT LOVE ME. But I loved you so much that day, because we matched. I knew something about you, that you didn't know I knew. Something so personal, right down to the core. All of your flaws, I loved you more. I got another instant message, a couple months later. With, a got to tell you something across the screen. You told me all your problems, and where they all layed. In a perfect little latter. Across your pale skin displayed. I told you about how I knew, and how mine were just like yours. A friendship build on battle wounds. Who knew mine were like yours. I sit here & think here. Recovery time, will be eternal eight years of friendship. All gone, in one instant message.