It is difficult to be best friends with the shell of a person,
Especially if such person considers another person's friendship more precious than our own.
It hurts to see them smile and laugh with another,
Yet frown and rage when with me.
It pains me to not be able to bring them comfort or joy,
Even if I try my very best to please them.
I hate that the long ago,
once beautiful,
friendship is now ignored For a newer,
fresher one.
I despise those who took my best friend from me,
For they are the reason all I can see is a hollowed out husk.
I wish my friend would come back to me and all was just as it was before But alas,
that is not meant to be.

Maybe one day,
They will realise their mistake and come back for me But when that day comes,
they will be too late.
And I will be too far gone.
Then, it will be their turn to see all the grief they have caused me.
A grief which will never be forgiven.