remember me, don't forget me
i've been back in england now for 5 days. maybe 6, i don't know. on friday i'll drag myself down to the airport and head on home. every time i'm here, i want to leave within a few hours. i don't know why i even bother. a town this small you're bound to run into someone, but truth be told ii'm running out of people i want to bump into.
a friend is someone who is glad to see you. someone who wil console you when you're down, chatter away with you until dawn, make an excuse to see you if they know you're not aound for long. i don't know if you're that person anymore.
my best friend.
thats what you always called yourself, and thats how i saw you.
still see you.
its just a shame that you don't seem to see me like that anymore.
not a single invitation to see each other.
when you do see me...you speak only when spoken to, and answer in bored and unimpressed monosylabic words.
yes.
no.
a little.
not really.
i try to ask whats wrong, but you wont talk to me about it.
you've never wanted to talk to me about anything thats important to me.
or just important in general.
constantly avoiding conversations where you might feel a little upset or awkward, ignoring the fact that it destroys me.
you're going to have to make the effort, because its all me.
i hope you make the effort,
because i dont want to lose you completely, but if you don't want to see me at all anymore, it would be easier to just let me know.
you're the only reason i ever come to this god awful place. if you take that reason away, i'll have to learn to live with it. but that beats coming over to see you, and then sit in the corner in silence watching you have a night out. uninculded, and unhappy.
you'll never see this, i just wanted to vent.
if you're going to call yourself my best friend, then start acting like it, because i'm sinking deeper into depression with every unanswered question, everytime you ignore me. everytime you neglect me.
if its a simple case of me not getting the hint, then just come out and say it.
please.
i've lost you once, i don't want to lose you again.
x
a friend is someone who is glad to see you. someone who wil console you when you're down, chatter away with you until dawn, make an excuse to see you if they know you're not aound for long. i don't know if you're that person anymore.
my best friend.
thats what you always called yourself, and thats how i saw you.
still see you.
its just a shame that you don't seem to see me like that anymore.
not a single invitation to see each other.
when you do see me...you speak only when spoken to, and answer in bored and unimpressed monosylabic words.
yes.
no.
a little.
not really.
i try to ask whats wrong, but you wont talk to me about it.
you've never wanted to talk to me about anything thats important to me.
or just important in general.
constantly avoiding conversations where you might feel a little upset or awkward, ignoring the fact that it destroys me.
you're going to have to make the effort, because its all me.
i hope you make the effort,
because i dont want to lose you completely, but if you don't want to see me at all anymore, it would be easier to just let me know.
you're the only reason i ever come to this god awful place. if you take that reason away, i'll have to learn to live with it. but that beats coming over to see you, and then sit in the corner in silence watching you have a night out. uninculded, and unhappy.
you'll never see this, i just wanted to vent.
if you're going to call yourself my best friend, then start acting like it, because i'm sinking deeper into depression with every unanswered question, everytime you ignore me. everytime you neglect me.
if its a simple case of me not getting the hint, then just come out and say it.
please.
i've lost you once, i don't want to lose you again.
x