Hollowed past

We were two friends living fucked up lives in realities that were not kind

A friendship once stronger than steel. Was our friendship not real?

You called me Little sister and held me close but your words were

lies spun into webs of deceit. Did you have to hurt me? Break my heart?

You brought light into my dark world only to steal it away.

you were my light my day

I waited for my light to return, to bring the day back to my cold dark world

I waited for you but you never came back

I guess i must have never mattered for you only left me tattered

A broken machine is like pencil to paper, one can not work without the other.

So when you return I shall still be waiting.

May you realize what you have been missing.