16. Questioning. A true poem.

What did I do wrong?

My best friend vanished-without a trace.
She once was there but gone a missing.
She's been sucked away; my precious angel.
I question myself; What did I do wrong?

She chose her lifestyle; I admit I was shocked.
I love her to death but I can't comprehend her choices.
My sister, my best friend, is gone
And I question myself; What did I do wrong?

Was I too hard on her for her choices? If so, how was I suppose to deal with my own feelings about it?
I wanted to be there, I really tried, but she wasn't doing her share and now I feel alone
I'm questioning myself wondering, why?

What the hell is wrong with me? She is my best friend, wait was my best friend.
We grew apart underneath the secrets, the pain, and it was all my fault.
So why do I still question what I did?
I'm the reason she disappeared.

I miss you old friend, come home to me please.
I just want to hang 24/7 like we use to.
But for some reason you've changed and now you would rather have them then me.
We once were so close, so I thought.

Last summer we drank sodas, ate pizza, and hiked
We stayed up late at night telling stories all night
I told you my secrets and you told me your's
And I guess it's my fault; I shouldn't have made you go away from me.

But that summer is gone, past, over.
And I cry thinking that was my last glimpse of you- the one I really knew.
I miss the old you, so why am I here?
Still questioning why, oh dear, my dear.<3