Everything Isn't Alright

And then I will always remember what you said next

"We're just friends"

And it hurt like a bullet straight through to my chest. It racked my whole body with pain and shattered my very core. Still, I remained at my place by your side, because that was where I belonged, because that was where I felt the happiest. Yet still, you left without saying goodbye. You just went ahead, and you left all of us behind. I gave you everything I had and you never once gave me a single thing in return. Yet still, I can't be angry. None of this was ever your fault. 

The other day I went back to your room on the third floor. It was empty at the time, no one was using it. I flashed back to the last time I saw you. I was kneeling on the floor next to your bed, holding your hand. I was stopping in to say hi before I went to school. That day you were feeling worse than you usually did, and I was worried. So before I left, you assured me.

"Everything is going to be alright"

Well Everything isn't alright. Every Wednesday I buy a fresh set of flowers, and I walk down to the church. I walk down rows and rows of stone slabs until I reach the one with your name engraved on it, and I lay the flowers down in front. Every Wednesday I visit your grave. Every Wednesday I wet the ground with fresh tears. I hate myself for leaving you that day, I hate you for leaving me that day. You left without saying goodbye. 

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