For what?

You did all of this for what?
We were "best friends", so you could've told me
Why didn't you?
Why didn't you tell me?
Why'd I have to find out the way I did?
"I don't want you to get hurt" Well, I did.
Because of you.
But it all makes no sense
Your side, like a story whose plot changes every chapter;
Your truths which are lies.

A piece of my life lies in the palm of your hand,
Dangling by a thread of your words
It's good that you let it out. It truly is.
I'm glad that you did.
But was all of this really necessary? You ripped the band-aid off with my skin attached, without a warning.
It fucking hurt.
It still does.

I can't be alone with my thoughts anymore
If I am, the only thing running through my mind is the question, "For what?"
A question I'll never get answer to.

-Anonymous