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I was good on my own, that's the way it was.

You tell me you still think of me as your best friend,
Even when you're going AWOL.

But do you ever stop to think about the way I feel?
The things I fear? The way the monsters have taken their time to let me ripen, and pick me like the freshest fruit that they're dying to taste.

Don't you understand the way you've abandoned me so many times?
I've been left for dead by you on more than one occasion.

Do you ever wonder how I come back, unscathed?
I've been careful with my make up, with my clothing,
To hide the scars that a one sided love has left me with.

Because I love you, more and more each day,
But I realize that sometimes your love falls short,
That sometimes your life acts more like bullets than security blankets.

You've killed me several times,
More times than I've ever bothered to express.

And usually I can just take the death of myself,
And wait for something to revive me.

But I've shut down on so much of my life,
That you shooting at me, you killing me,
May really leave me dead this time.

Are you okay with your best friend never coming back?