A letter for a friend

I know you expect us to be by your side at this seem so lowest point of your life,

but how can we, when we too are struggling?

You should know that we too are wounded.

we were left here, though you may not be aware but we're still trying to protect you the best way we can.
we were left here cleaning up the mess.

We were hurt and damaged.
I hate to say this but you’ve inflicted us this pain. 

You’re the reason of it.

So as much as we want to be with you, we can’t. 

Cause we’re in the process of nursing ourselves too.

Please don’t think as if we’ve abandoned you , we didn’t.

It was you who forgot to remember us.

And the things that happened lately were only the consequences of those times you've forgotten about us.

We understand you, what you did and why you did it,

it's your justification that we don't.

it's the lies that we don't.

Others don’t have the right to judge you. But we do.
I believe we have the right to.
Because we know you.
we know things that others don't.
And because you’ve hurt us. So much.  That everything became hard.

we've been friends for years.
all of us used to eat in one plate, same food, one spoon, one drinking bottle.
we used to sleep in one pillow, and shared a blanket.
we used to laughed in the same joke, etc., etc., blah! blah! blah!
all of us used to do a lot of things together.
so yes, we have every right to judge you without being judgmental.

Do you know that everytime someone mentions your name, an awkward silence follows?

But sometimes I purposely mention you in the middle of a conversation because I want them; I want us to be immune of your memory. Not so we can forget all about you, but because I want us to be able to move forward.

and if we do, maybe, just maybe, everything will get back to normal. Don't lose hope.