You never told me you were struggling.
Never said that you needed someone.
You never reached out,
so how was I supposed to know
that you needed help?
I'm not a mind-reader.
I can't just know what you're going through.
You need to tell me.
You need to talk to me.
Maybe I should have noticed you pulling away,
maybe I should've tried harder to get you to talk to me.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
But this is the past, and I can't do anything now.
You're gone and I miss you and our memories.
Sometimes I wish I had said a better goodbye.
Said something more.
Sometimes I wish I could've helped you.
I wish, I hope, I pray that you find the help you need.
I'm sorry you couldn't find it with me.
I'm sorry you feel like I abandoned you.
I'm sorry that you felt like you couldn't trust me.
I never wanted you to ever feel that way.
So, this is my goodbye.
My goodbye to our happy memories.
My goodbye to our friendship.
My final farewell to you.
Goodbye, bitch. :)
j.h
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