You feel so awful that you want to die.
You've lost your best friends and one of them don't really care about you anymore. You're missing them. You're feeling sick. You've changed the place and now, you live so far away from them.
You've lost your best friends and one of them just can't talk to you. You want it and he wants it too; but there is a hurdle in your way and it's bigger than you. It frightens you. You stop talking and accept it like your new lifestyle.
All you've got now is your memories. Memories sharp as daggers, killing you deep inside, making you want to die. You're feeling awful.
You don't know how to say it to your old friends. You don't want to seem like a idiot to one and not even bother or concern the other. What should you do?
No hope. You can't keep the faith. You're living away from their hearts. You're just another one that have passed in their lives. You'll never be important.
And all you ever wanted was them. They're all you ever wanted. They. Your best friends. And they have forgotten what you asked them to do: they didn't bury you deep inside their hearts.