The End

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I haven't edited this all the way yet, but I was really stressed out when I wrote this. And it was simply written to get that pain out.

Was it to much work?

Was I such a burden upon you?

Was knowing I could commit suicide any second scary for you?

Was the power you held over me to much?

You're standing there now,

Telling me it might not be “appropriate” to be friends.

Your lips keep moving but I can only hear noise,

My head keeps spinning as I listen to you say “I really shouldn't have offered to let you live with me”

Why is this happening?

Why are tears quickly covering up my eyes,

Anger filling my mind.

I shake my head 'no'.

I stammer, unsure of what to say to you now.

'No!' I shout in my mind,

'This can't be happening! This isn't happening!'

Yet you continue to speak to me.

'I'm not going to turn my back on you ' You quickly say.

You sigh then continue, 'but ultimately, your mother has the final say in the matter.'

So you are turning your back on me if she wishes.

This all ends with her.

I thought of the old saying 'If it were illegal for you to see me...Would you?'

I always imagined you would say 'of course' to that. Although I see now I was wrong.

Finally you end your speech,

'Take care. ' You say.

As I hear those words I feel the urge to vomit coming.

To fall down and faint.

'Take care.'...

Those are supposed to be nice words.

Yet I know what they mean right now...

They mean you're leaving me.

You're turning your back on me.

'Take care.'

Means that this is the end of our friendship.

No...Not only our friendship.

My life.