The Writings of a Hopeless Cause

I'm sorry

Dear Friend,
It's hard to start this as I know you're probably trembling with anger, threatening to tear this note in two. Today you told me everything was alright, nothing was wrong, you weren't angry. But I know, as the tears fall down my face silently and my hand scribbles these words onto the page in front of me, that you lied to me. I thought that my actions that day was good, I didn't mean to hurt you like I did. If I could go back in time to stop myself, I would, because our friendship is now ruined. You're an amazing person, one that I could trust, we were 'fam'. Regret fills me, me and my stupid decisions, thinking I was helping you. I can't fix what I did, but I can respect your wishes, if you don't want me in your life, then I won't be in it. If you want me to leave and never come back, I'll do that, because even though I'm not your friend, you're still mine. And I respect my friends, I'll listen to their wishes, help them, and make sure they're alright. Though I can't do that anymore... though I can't tell you how fun our friendship was in person, know it was nice having someone like you in my life. Know that I forgive you, I forgive you for lashing out... for being angry. It's understandable and I didn't make your suffering any easier. If you ever need to talk I'm there for you, if you ever need help I'm there to carry part of your weight, if you needed me to take a bullet for you... I would. I'm sorry for what I did, I know that means nothing to you, I know that all you want to do is erase me from your mind. Sorry isn't enough for you, and I get that, because the word sorry doesn't fix everything that I did wrong, it doesn't fix the wounds that are bleeding from your soul. Sorry won't stitch up your open gashes, it won't heal the broken heart I've given you. I regret my actions, I truly do, everything about that dreaded day, I regret.  I see the residue of blood on my legs, the rows of straight slits in my wrist, it's all my fault you're feeling the way you are. I'm not looking for pity, I'm looking for a way to mend the most broken of friendships. I'm leaving tonight, I'm not coming back unless you call me to come. Whenever you need me... I'll be in the corner... my arms will be open and I will help you... until then... it's been nice knowing you and I'll see you again someday...

A/N
I'm not properly sure what this book is going to be about, it'll mostly just be things that pop into my head. School has kept me relatively busy so I haven't been able to work on anything new for my Short Stories book, but I'll get to it. Thanks for reading this and I'll probably be posting more today just to get a few good reads in before the next Mountain if homework comes.