And I'm so mad at you.
I shouldn't be mad but I can't help it
You wanted to
die
And I'm stuck in the middle of it
I was part of that wish to die
I was part of the problem that had you in that office
I was part of the reason that you had to leave the social centre
Because you were a threat to yourself and every one else.
All I wanted was for us to be happy
Maybe not together
But that is ok.
I'm so mad
Because you are not the you that I know
I see you and we talk
You're ok
I'm ok
But not really
Because you are dealing with real problems that are screwing your life
You are in places that even I don't know
But I know that it's real
Do you?
Because when you think that I'm not looking
You're talking to yourself
You are screaming to yourself
And it's not the normal reminders of "do this later" or "oh yea, I forgot to say this"
No
It's you losing your mind
Its you not being ok
It's you
Being the person that I don't know
And for a while, I thought that you were mad at me
Then I thought that we were ok
But we were never ok.
Not even before I asked for space
Not even before we went on those "dates"
You sat there at the social centre
And you listened to conversations that never happened
You lived based off of words that were never said
You saw things that were not real
And told them to other people
I feel like an idiot because people saw it
They saw that you hadn't let me go
They saw that you thought I said things
They saw what happened to you because of me
But I didn't
I walked around that school in my own little hell
Because you told boys not to talk to me
And you made a scene that I didn't know I was involved in
It scares me now to go back to the social centre because of it
How many people did this touch?
How many people did you touch?
What do people think of me because of what you did?
And it's not fair of me.
I am sorry.
But you yourself did point out that life is not fair
I get that this is not your choice.
It's a brain issue not an attitude issue
But I still get mad
I'm scared.
You threatened your life once
What's going to stop you from doing it again?
What's going to stop you from going through?
What is keeping you alive?
On the outside you seem fine
But you also seemed fine three months ago
When they sent you home because of your threats
I am terrified of losing you
It's one of my greatest fears
And when I talk about you I never say it
Because we only talk about what you've done
We only mention the boundaries you have already crossed
Not the ones that may be to come
I won't say my fear out loud because if I do,
It would make it real
And I can't have that.
Wow, this is really a mess
I don't know what to do