You told me not to leave. That you needed me. That you couldn’t live without me. You can. You are. You don’t need me. You don’t care about me. You don’t want me. I wanted to fix this. I tried. It didn’t work. We aren’t friends anymore. You’ve given me too many second chances, and you’re out of chances to give. Now, you’re lying to yourself. You keep me around, you say we’re friends. We’re done. You’ve already replaced me. You’re happy without me. You don’t want to talk to me. Or be with me. You don’t want or need me. You’re lying to yourself. You want to believe otherwise. Why? Why are you stopping this from ending? It isn’t getting better. I need to know the why of things. I need to know why. Quit lying to yourself, and to me. Tell me what happened. Tell me why. Tell me something, anything. Because I can’t keep going until you tell me why. Quit lying to me, so I can quit lying to myself. Please. I’m tired of this. I need an answer. Talk to me. Please. I don’t expect an answer. I don’t expect a change. I don’t expect anything. You don’t care. Not anymore. I’m lying to myself for believing otherwise. Who’s lying to who?