Letter to my dearest friend

Just a letter to a friend of mine

Things are different now. You're growing closer to others and I'm growing farther away from you. You're discovering yourself and I'm sitting here watching the world go by without me. You can tell me all you want that we're still best friends, that you still care about me, or that we'll never leave each other, but we already did. And I'm stuck holding onto something that doesn't exist anymore. And I can wish all I want that things could go back to the way they were, but something changed over the summer and it's not going to change back. It's like you've grown bored of me. And now I'm just slowly fading from the world and maybe, just maybe, if someone would reach their hand out and pull me back into the world, people would see me again. But no one does it, and while I keep fading out, people stop seeing me. I don't want to be invisible. But what do I do? No one hears me when I speak. No one sees me when I'm hurt. No one feels it when I tap them on the shoulder, trying to get their attention. I'm jut simply invisible, and maybe you can still see me, but I would never be able to tell anymore.