Hey,
I see you there,
Sitting with the weight of “what ifs” on your shoulders.
What if you\u2019d called?
What if you\u2019d texted?
What if you\u2019d shown up just one second sooner?
Would it have changed anything?
Would they still be here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But listen,
Even though it feels unbearable, this wasn\u2019t your fault.
The pain they carried wasn\u2019t something you caused,
Nor was it something you could cure.
Sometimes, no matter how much we care,
The battles inside someone\u2019s mind are far too heavy to share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know you think you should have done more.
However, how were you to know their smile was a mask?
How could you have guessed their silence was a cry for help?
You loved them the best way you knew how,
And while it might not seem like it right now,
Your love truly mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet blaming yourself won\u2019t rewrite the ending of their story.
Instead, take their memory and let it push you to live boldly.
Laugh louder because life is short.
Love deeper since connections heal.
Above all, carry their name as a reminder to spread kindness
To yourself
And to others who might need a little extra light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019re human.
Not a mind-reader,
Not a miracle-worker.
Rather, you were a friend who cared deeply.
So, release the blame.
Hold on to the love.
And always remember,
They wouldn\u2019t want you to carry this weight alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by walking shadow poetry kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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