How is it that I never got to know you? You know the darkness in me, but all I know is that it exists in you.

You helped me deal with my issues, even admitting to having your own. But I don’t know what caused them. You know my dad sucks, you know I can’t talk about feelings unless I’m crumbling. You were the person I relied on for a while. The only thing you don’t know of how guilty I felt for leaning on you. And what do I know about you? I know there is darkness in your eyes. I know your life sucks a bit too. I mean you had to move schools to help yourself, there’s pain behind your eyes. But I don’t know how or why.I like to know about the pain because it’s honest. There’s no such thing as a pain that is a lie. I like to know more than I need to, and so I won’t ever ask. But I find myself wondering just what goes on in your brain behind your eyes. You don’t know someone until you know their pain.