I didn't tell you so...

If I care about you, should I tell you that you're making the biggest mistake of your life? That you're hurting someone without any right or reason, that you're going back to misery and loneliness? 

Should I just smile and follow you blindly, sticking to the job description of "always by your side"? Do you really want to know the truth or are you happy the way you are, blindfolded but smiling, unaware of the path you're taking or the bodies that lay at your feet?

Should I have gotten involved in the first place? Did I do it because I cared for you or simply to ensure the result was the one I wanted? Does my heart speak louder than your own? Does it speak for myself or for you?

What about those you brought into our life? What once was good is suddenly something never to be spoken of, forgotten, banished? Can you live with those memories locked away and trust they'll never break loose?

It will pass, everything does, even though it hasn't even started, and us bystanders will only say 'welcome back' and swallow hard, regretting having to choose friendship over justice...or will we? When you've seen the way it goes down, "good guys finish last" is not a happy sight.