Last to know.

You just walked away.
Why didn’t you tell me?
We were not okay.

You had a new future ahead.
So you couldn’t handle me when I was sad.
My mom says it was my entire fault.
That I can’t handle friends.
Is it my fault that I felt left alone, and you just laugh?

Go ahead with your life.
I won’t blame you.
But in my back I never forget that knife.
I want to talk, but you never reply.
Why waste my time on something that I never trust again?
So on this cold, empty floor I lie.

So you just left me for dead and walked away.
And I was the last to know.