come back, baby, come back

Everything goes wrong, really wrong.
You feel bitter. You feel twisted. It's sickening how much power they have.
You start to think you'll never feel okay again, and how could you?
But then the sun comes back up again the next morning.
You're so insignificant. It starts to feel better.
You're still not happy, but it doesn't hurt as much.
It kind of helps that they still talk to you, completely oblivious of what they've done to you.
You feel like they still care.
But you don't care. Not anymore. Your heart plays hide and seek with other people.
You start to feel happy again.
Then you realise they don't actually care about you.
You realise they're not coming back.
You feel bitter. You feel twisted. It's sickening how much power they have.



I need my best friend.



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