mute

isolated

isolated

and to this day,

they never found a voice,

but just stood in acid rain.

~

they were close;

glued at the hips.

then one felt

like she couldn't fit.

so she left,

far, far away;

later said she missed

the brighter days.

she found a home

at a popular table,

where she said she fit in,

but never felt able.

the other starved herself;

only drank soup

but mostly skipped meals,

whenever she could.

unhappy with her body each day,

she felt,

though she very well knew

that she found use in her belt.

she herself had problems of her own,

but she cared too much

for the people who seemed

even more forlorn.

they ended up abandoning her,

after truces and promises;

it was then that she knew,

that they were all just

finding reassurances.

she found herself being used,

brutalised, and blamed;

her best friend,

on the other hand,

was trying to climb the ladder of fame.

she didn't blame her for it;

the girl just wanted to get more love

from people;

people she felt she didn't deserve.

they were just finding voices,

fillings voids;

sealing souls,

not knowing how to work their lives'

game consoles.

this is the tale of two sides,

a story of two best friends;

who promised to die together,

but never stayed close in the end.