The end

I was afraid this would happen. .when you no longer need me. .when you no longer have the time for me. .even if you have,it's up for me to figure out,when. .i used to not do that because you used to always tell me,when. .i find it pleasing to hear your stories and sometimes,be part of it. .now i don't hear a word from you,no,not anymore. .i was your diary now im your wall. .and soon,im just a lost memory. .