Stop Breathing.

"It is almost funny,
The amount of time I could have screamed out for help,
But I didn't.
Hoping for someone would hear me before the desperate plea.
Hoping for a chance to be saved.

But I guess that didn't happen,
And now I'm better off.

I'm getting over it, just like you told me to."

Unfortunate Truth.

You meet someone. You two get close. It's all great for awhile, then someone stop trying. You talk less, there's the awkward conversations, the drifting, then no communication whatsoever. The memories start to fade, then that person you know, becomes the person you knew. That's how it usually goes right? It's the sad, unfortunate truth.