Forgotten

They all looked at me like I never existed before. I was looking at those people I once called friends, those known faces seemed unknown now, My friends with whom I shared my happiness and sorrows, asked me "who are you? "

It hurts more than the truth that I woke up from a dead sleep, I lost myself for one day just to get away from these people who are not recognizing me. Yeah I drugged myself to shut down the reality I was afraid to face, for everyone I was a failure so I was ready to become more disappointing to them. I was ready to let go of everything, even myself just for the sake of my peace. But that nothingness couldn't give me what I was looking for. My whole life I looked up to my friends and family for help, it's not that I was weak, it's just I loved to keep them around me. I don't remember or I should say I don't want to remember when I become a disappointment to them. Why dig into the sad part when the saddest things are waiting for you. I watched them with puffy eyes. I couldn't keep them open but a realization that I might lose the most important part of my life stood in front of me. I argued how could they forget me in one day as I noticed their expressions, stiff, cold like I didn't matter to them at all.

Then one of them spoke " you really want to know how could we forget you... Because you forced us to do so. " He ended the sentence leaving me in confusion.

" Stop kidding. " I laughed nervously.

" We don't really know you, the person we called our friend died the day you started to kill yourself, and you expect us to welcome the dead person nah! The person we knew wasn't a coward, our friend didn't know how to hide the pain. You're not, you just look at yourself. I don't see my friend here, none of us know you. " My friend spoke before leaving my sight. But before leaving he continued " we were your friend but did you really consider us as one? Think and answer yourself. And if possible bring us back our friend. "

Their words roamed around my mind as I stood in front of my mirror. Am I really the person I used to be? I wanted to ask many things from me but only a sentence came out of my mouth " who are you? "

The very next moment I realized I had the answer in front of me.