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.
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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...
