You were (are) my best friend,
I really thought it was us (you and I) till the end,
You knew (know) what goes on in my head.
You cared (care?) when I was happy or sad,
I could never (ever) remain mad.
You know, something terrible has occurred,
I'm not (you are) the one getting lectured.
You called (please call!) me your angel and your everything.
....I'm too afraid to try and do a thing...
You don't talk to me and whenever I actually try,
I often end up surrounded by strangers (not you) as I cry.
You look tired and exhausted,
I set up that stupid chat room and look what it costed.
You're seeming able to walk and talk without any pain,
I have lost my everything, with nothing to gain.
You probably don't miss me,
I'm glad you're (finally!) free.
You no longer have to constantly reassure (love) this one.
I just can't seem to get over you and be done.
You were (are?) protective and sweet,
I don't if Im glad (sad?) we did meet.
You were my most peaceful balm but now the most painful thing,
I doubt I'll ever see those eyes light up with that special 'bing'.
Your meaningful (less?) silence is killing me,
I don't want to take the signs and just let you be.
Your lack of works is telling me to just stop already and go,
I'm screaming (not that you can hear) no, no, no.
