My Final Goodbye

The sky above, a pale blue.
A cloud passes by over head, and I watch it.
I know she found me, my face too red from crying to look at her.
"You ok?" she asks. I'm far from ok.

She's taken over. Stolen what I had.
I used to be where she stands today.
Cool, funny, wanted....loved.
"No." is all I whisper.

She places a hand on my shoulder "What's wrong?"
I know she's concerned, but is she really?
"Am I wanted? Am I loved?" I ask.
"Of course you are!!!" she replies.

Lie. She double blinked and looked away.
I stare into her eyes, trying to figure out why.
"If I'm loved, why don't I feel like I am??!"
She doesn't answer, and I walk away.

Fists clenched, a silent, angry tear stains my cheek.
It hits the driveway; My Final Goodbye.

*Note: Semi-true story... =[