An open letter to my “best friend”

I know that the past weeks have been hard for you.

It has been quite hard for me too.

I have just received the most shocking news--

that I am hurting you.

For the record, never have we ever spoken--

Maybe once or twice, that's all.

We only talked about some school stuff,

that's what I recall.

Never have I ever wronged you.

I didn't care a thing about what you do.

Maybe it's about my personality?

I didn't have a clue.

It's funny how I feel sorry

when I shouldn't really be.

I haven't done anything

to make you feel that gloomy.

I know your life is hard,

and you're battling your inner demons.

But it's not my fault you couldn't handle it

when life gives you lemons.

It's not my fault you don't like me.

It's not my fault I make you sad.

You know I try my best to be nice to you,

but somehow I still make you feel bad.

It's not my fault you have insecurities.

We all have them too.

But there are people who don't make a fuss out of it,

unlike what you do.

It's not my fault we aren't friends--

You didn't want to in the first place.

It could've been lovely if we were.

It could've been lovely in so many ways.

But just because you're suffering,

doesn't mean you get to treat people like shit.

It doesn't excuse you from understanding

other people who are struggling in every little bit.

Just because you're depressed,

it doesn't give you the right to make me feel bad.

It doesn't give you the right to ruin my reputation,

everything I worked for, and everything I ever had.

Please don't use your situation against me,

because that's not how things are supposed to work.

You go on, pick yourself up, give a good fight,

without leaving other people hurt.