Once a really good friend.
I knew you the way one would know
the back of their hand.
You've let yourself go,
you've gone completely.
Can't even seem to muster out a
full sentence completely.
Lately, it seems like you've
lost some color.
Which is hard to do when your skin
always looks sun-kissed from summer.
Stranger, when will you... come back
Or answer the calls you get on your phone?
Will you ever finish a meal completely?
Or will you continue to buy new mouthwash to
"brush" more frequently?
Hygiene is good.
Hygiene is great.
Maybe you should also keep in mind
about your health along the way?
I know you're tired.
Your arms heavy from reaching out for help.
And your hearts empty from no one replying to your hell.
The last time I saw those eyes,
they glistened and shined.
Nowadays you barely look alive.
But maybe one day
you come back... at least to me?
I'm not that far away.
Just take a look in that mirror,