It is my fault I never got to talk to her the first day she arrived.
It is my fault she sat alone all class.
It's my fault she had mean words thrown at her for absolutely no reason.
It's my fault she was alone at lunch.
It's my fault I never talked to her the next month.
It's my fault I never defended her while they called her names.
It's my fault she didn't have a friend to cry to.
It's my fault I never got to say what I thought of her.
It's my fault I never got to say she was beautiful.
It's my fault she never realised I knew who she was.
It's my fault she never had the confidence in class to speak up.
It's my fault she was at home crying that night because she thought nobody needed her.
It's my fault she never realised how I would miss seeing her face.
It's my fault I didn't see her at school the next day. Or the next week. Or the next month.
It's my fault I wasn't there to stop her.
It's my fault I wasn't there to hold her as she cried.
It's my fault I wasn't there when she was in the white bed in the white room connected to machines.
It's my fault that line went flat.
It's my fault her family greaves everyday.
It is my fault that I never got the courage to say hello.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
RandomRandom pieces of my mind smushed into the pages of this book Some things are emotional Some are comps Some are just me ranting
