Secrets

I was such an idiot. An idiot for not realizing the secret that she had let swell up in her chest until it was going to burst out, and shatter many hearts. Those who cared, and those who had cared. And the lies. The lies she had fed us so we were to not question her doing.  And the end, when it finally made its existance known, the whole time I can't help to think anything else, but, Oh God, oh God, what do I do?  I had been lied to, but for her to protect a secret. But what she didn't realize was the impact was far greater. It burned a hole, and burrowed itself there. So that I may carry it on, and never forget. She pulled up her sleeves. Another secret. She unwrapped the bleach white bandages, but the bandages were all I had needed to see. All I needed for proof. What was lying underneath was far worse. The cuts filled her arm. Deep creeses, painted in crimson. All I could do was stare. Words fought to reach my lips, but failed to make it. And all I could do was wraps my arms around her, with the help of another. And after a few moments, more joined. We held her in a variety of skin, wrapping her in our warmth, comfort. So she may never forget. We were there, and there to stay. Never to leave, but never to stay. We'd talk soon, keep in tact the friendship we had. And renew it if needed. And I know, I know she'll make it through. And wouldn't go. 

The way the other had gone.

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