Seeing a friend hurt pains me. I know there is not much I can do other than be in the room with them and let them know they aren’t alone. I know that I can only be there to listen to their struggles and hold their hand if they need me to.
But there is something so bitter sweet about being that shoulder to lean on. Though I don’t like to see you so torn up, it makes me feel like I can be trusted. It makes me feel like you care enough about me to show this side of yourself. Writing that just made me feel incredibly self centered but I think that it’s true.
Just please, tell me your worries. Tell me what troubles you. I want to feel your sadness and sit in your room until the sun comes up. It is my temporary distraction from my own demons. I would rather feel your pain than my own.