The Dark Room

Sometimes I wonder
If I have been too good
to there for her
too supporting
Maybe she needed to grow up
I don't know
Maybe she just needed her space
I don't know
Either way, she stabbed
She stabbed me in the back
Suddenly acting like I wasnt good enough anymore
all the care-free days
Gone.
All the friendship pacts
Erased.
All the fun times that were spent together
Forgotten.
I sit here in my dark room, wondering
Why did she leave me?
Why did she leave me,here to feel miserable?
Why did she leave when I needed her most?
What did I do?
What did I say?
Sometimes she glances my way
and starts to smile and wave
but then she realizes
that her friends are still there
The smile fading, she walks away
leaving me with a crushed heart
and a broken soul
I sit in my room.
My dark room
so caring
So dark
the darkness is filling me
Filling up my bones
I can feel it in my blood
nothing can hurt me
I am in hiding
no one will think
to look in the bedroom with the black walls
especially not her
she calls me her friend
then she "forgets" about me
and I can't stand it anymore
I just want to be friends again
is that too much to ask?
Maybe she's too good for me
Or maybe...
I'm too good for her.