Continuation of the Vent Brigade

And you're gone and I was right, you don't miss me.
You'd never miss me.  

I was just your friend.  Nobody important.  Not like friends ever did anything for you anyway.  Not like you need them.  Not like they made your day brighter.  Not like they're ever irreplaceable.  

If you saw this, any of these, all you'd do would be take them as an insult.  
You would never be able to see through the anger to the pain underneath.  
I only endured for so long because I cared about you.  
I loved you.  

I wanted to tell you what was wrong because I loved you.  I didn't want your invisible monster to keep biting me, and to bite anyone else you would care about more, and ruin your life.  Because that's what happened to me with my invisible monster, before I learned to see them, except it was different because mine didn't bite others, it bit me, but it still ruined my life.  
I wanted to protect myself and to protect you.  To protect my friendship with you.  

But because of that monster, you never cared enough to make what I said valuable.  If you'd have cried because I was gone, or regretted that I was gone for more than an occasional passing moment, you'd have listened, and I could've told you about the monster.  But you don't cry and you won't cry that I'm gone, and people can't see the monsters until they see what they're capable of.  You won't find it until it scares away someone you love.  

And you don't love me.
Not even as a friend.  

One time you told me that you cared.  But you never said anything, you never came to me and asked me to come back, or sought me out to demand I tell you what was wrong so you could fix it.  You need to spell it out.  People want to hear the words.  Maybe you thought I knew but there is a thing called doubt.  You didn't ask so the doubt grew and now there is nothing but doubt.
If you don't ask people to come back... they won't...
And if you can live with them not coming back because you won't ask...
That means you don't care.

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The vents continue.  It is a very unique situation, please don't ask for details...  I just need to say things and know someone is seeing them somewhere.   I'll be okay.

Whitetip is mine.