Losing a friend

I wish I could put into words how I feel.
I know what I want to express, but when I try and write it down, I trail off.
I lose it.
I kill it.
I shut it down.

In reality, it's not so much how I feel.
It's how I felt, with a side of how I feel.

There are some things you just cannot write fiction about.

Maybe if I try harder.

I made no mistake, I made my decision, and upon making it, you proved over and over again that it was the correct one.

I learned that day that I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions.
That I do not need to depend on anyone.
That I do not deserve to be broken down.
That I am not destined to be a prisoner.
And that if I want diamonds, I shouldn't settle for coal.