Few years ago there was a girl, which we will call Kaos. She is such a sweet heart. I want you to imagine someone who is so huge like a celebrity.
"Are you okay?" she asks me again probably the third time today.
"Yeah? What do you mean? I am fine." I say quickly as I continue my quietness. I don't know if I can tell her. I don't know if I can trust her. I can't trust anyone. Everyone is so weird around me. Like they are addicted to my being. I don't know if they are really there for me or do they want my aura as theirs? My life as theirs? My success as theirs? But what do they know? I am just fucked up. All I think about is hurting myself. I have broken myself to the climax.
"Honestly Kaos, I fucking hate how you have succeeded so well. Everyone likes you.
It is all about you always. I am jealous of you and I have always been. I have always wished to become you." she said to me a few years back. That was the only thing I remember clearly about our friendship. After that statement, I couldn't bare her. I couldn't stand her. I didn't talk to her at all and turns out that our friendship was over.
First issue that started to grow developed into something even worse.
BINABASA MO ANG
Scars that Never Heal
Poetry"Depression has played a huge part in my life as long as I can remember. It is my only problem, that plays a huge part in me, that ruins my life, my happiness, my hope and my relationships. I feel worthless, talentless, ugly, stupid, dumb, unlovable...
