The day I found out you werent happy, crushed my heart. Knowing that everytime I saw that pretty smile plastered on your beautiful face was fake just so others wouldn't worry. If I'm being honest I look up to you for that but I'm also ashamed. Ashamed that you couldn't talk to me about these things and thats not your fault whatsoever, its mine.
My fault that I wasnt a good enough friend. I should of tried harder. If only I did better then you wouldn't have gone through all this pain. I'm so stupid how could I not tell that they were lies everytime I asked if you were okay, fake laughs evertime I told a horrible joke, a fake smile everytime I saw you, a fake personality just because I wasnt good enough.
My job as a friend is to make you feel happy, wanted and make you feel loved. But all you felt was sad, not wanted and hated. I have failed my job as a friend. All I had to do was make you happy, but I couldnt.