Dear Best Friend

It hurts,

It hurts sometimes,

To keep holding on to a string the other has long left... Broken

I feel like a loser,

Not being able to move on from that toxic friendship,

Like what right do you have to call me your "best friend" when we don't even act like 'friends'?

Sometimes your teasing feels like mocking,

Friendship like enmity,

How can I call you my best friend,

When I can't even trust you with my secrets?

Why do I feel lost?

Why am I caught in this drama?

Why does solitude bring me happiness?

Why has my ability to trust ruptured?

Why...

Is this all in my head?