[ WP ] `` She used to be my best friend . ''

She used to be my best friend. 
 
 She was my everything. 
 
 She was my other half, and now? Now I'm broken without her. I am broken by the memories of harmony. 
 
 She used to be my best friend, and now she's filled with horror. 
 
 She lead me through life until she tried to make me take it. 
 
 She was the part of me that guided the `` Transport.'' She made the discussions. 
 
 She was me, and I was her, and we were best friends until the day she got me a sullen gift. The doctors called it PTSD. 
 
 She was my best friend, she guided me through life, and now she's trying to kill me. 
 
 She was my everything, and now I pray she'll stop talking. Be quite. Be numb. 
 
 To my mind- 
 who used to care for me.
