How?

You know, there are some people that you honestly believe you will always be friends with.
Until over time, the phone calls get shorter and have further gaps in-between them, same with the text messages, the visits and times we get together shorten and then stop as well.
Until one day I read something life changing about you, and I could honestly say that I had no idea that it had happened.
You changed you religion since the last time we spoke.
(I felt it was coming when we were still friends but just didn't want to believe it.)
You got your first kiss.
All without me knowing.
You started telling someone we both used to hate things that you should have been telling me.
How did it come to me finding out from my mother that your boyfriend has broken up with you?
How could we have gone from being like sisters, sisters that could tell each other anything, to me typing all of this?
Was it me or you that started pulling away first?
Did I say something, or did you just not think that we needed each other anymore?
I don't understand!

And you; I didn't think we could live without each other.
But apparently I was wrong. At least about you.
It still hurts sometimes when I look at you laughing with your new group of friends.
It hurts really bad.
You were like my brother. I loved you.
I still do.
But apparently you can live without me now even though I can't really live without you.
Sometimes I get so mad when I look at them.
And I think that you could never trust them as much as you trust me.
Trusted me.
You did understand didn't you? That the act I put on for everyone was just that.
An act.
Could you really have thought that me, me with me amazing hearing and ability to sneak around without getting caught, didn't know what people said about me?
Didn't know that they thought I was crazy and violent?
I knew, I just let them think what they wanted to.
Because I was cold as ice.
Nothing could touch me.

But things do touch me.
People say I have an artist's heart.
I feel everything so deeply.
But I never show it.
I knew that if I did people would be waiting in line to see how long it would take before I shattered into a trillion little pieces.
But you have to know that I do feel.
I feel so much.
But apparently it's not your business to care anymore.
                                     So, ex-sister, ex-brother, this is my goodbye.
PS: Still love you both