You'll live or (die)
forever.
Do you remember
when you told me
that we were
best friends?
That was the day
I didn't feel the need
to tear my skin.
Didn't feel the need
to bleed
But now,
yes, now,
you and I
are no longer friends.
No longer
anything
to each other.
All we are
are memories.
That we don't
want
to
remember.

But that's just it.
I remember.
And I'm not sure
if I want to forget.

Because when I was
with you,
I was actually happy.
But now you're gone.
We're gone.

All because
I'm messed up.