chrisisgod

I heard about it before. You told me lightly, but never in detail.

It all came out today. All of it.

And I can't stop thinking about it. I don't know why. It didn't happen to me, it shouldn't be my pain. We don't even know each other that well.

But I feel something. It makes me sick, knowing what happened. I even cried.

I wish I could do something. To make it stop.

But I can't. And now I won't get to see you for awhile.

Thats why I'm writing this. You'll never read this. No one will. Ever.

I would do anything to help you. Cause thats what friends are for.

These words feel so hollow. I don't know how you could have smiled when you met me, how you could have laughed. But you did. I wish I could be strong like you.

But I'm weak.

I can't even tell you this to your face.

I wish I could tell you. I wish I could take away the pain. I wish I could hear you sing once again.

But I'm too weak.

I love you, and I barely know you, and I don't want you to feel any pain, and I want you to get revenge, and everything else.

But just know. I love you.

Even if I can never tell you