It’s not fair.
It’s not fair that I keep writing to you while you never write back. It’s not fair to me to remember so many things and yet forget the ones that matter. It’s not fair that when I hear my phone ring, for a moment I wish it was you. It’s not fair that this morning I woke up not thinking about you. It’s not fair that I have to make the calls you should have. It’s not fair to your mother, your friends. I don’t know what their relationship was to you, so how do I mimic it to fill their void. It’s not fair for me to try, knowing I won’t succeed. Nobody had filled your void in me. It’s not fair that I am alive today and you are not. It’s not fair that you picked a path that we all know is there and yet never tread up on. It’s just not fair.
Life is not fair. Time is not fair. Memory is not fair. Why can’t I bring to mind memories of us? Why can’t I think back and remember old times? Songs? Places? It’s not fair I can’t go to those places anymore without thinking of you. It’s not fair I am afraid to go in some places. It’s not fair for you to leave me. I am not used to walking this alone. It’s not fair because I am stumbling, falling and reaching for you. But beside me there is nothing but the air. It’s not fair because you never told me that if one day I fall you wouldn’t be there to hold me and give me balance. It’s not fair, because even now, I think any moment you would catch me. But I just keep falling.
It’s not fair because I am afraid of the fall. I am scared of the hurt, I am scared of being like this. I am scared of living life, scared of taking a peaceful breath. I am scared that once I let myself go, something else would hit me and send me flying like this. It’s not fair because I don’t deserve this. It’s not fair because these days I am always scared.
It’s not fair that I didn’t get my goodbye. It’s not fair that you didn’t think about me. I have known you, always, yet it wasn’t enough for you to remember me once. It’s not fair that I have to live with that for the rest of my life. It’s not fair that you have labeled me a failure in my own eyes. It’s not fair because once it wasn’t like this. Once I was happy, and I thought you were too. Once this was simpler. It’s not fair because now I doubt anything will feel so simple again.
It’s not fair that I didn’t know. I didn’t know when you thought you had enough, when you thought you were giving up. It’s not fair that for twenty four blissful and bleak hours I didn’t know you were gone. It’s not fair that I couldn’t sleep once I heard no one could find you. I passed that night worrying about you, praying the worst had not come to pass. It’s not fair that from the moment I heard, deep inside I already knew it had. There was a fear in my heart I couldn’t explain. It’s not fair how I had to find out. It’s not fair that when I Google about you I find out every detail of your dying. It’s not fair that I can’t forget even if I want to. It’s not fair I can’t Google our past. Friendship. Memories. Get togethers. The times I have called crying. The time you trusted me. It’s not fair.
And if none of this is fair, then why do you get to go away and why am I still here? Why did you put me in this forever? Forever was supposed to be about the good things. Forever love. Forever friendship. Forever happily-ever-afters! So why is my first forever your death? It’s not fair because this is surely not what the promise of forever should be about. It’s not fair because now I am scared of forevers. It’s not fair because that’s the one thing I’ll always associate with you. My forever friend. Forever dead.
Nothing can ever make this fair again in this unfair world you’ve left for me to walk upon.