We both make a promise to never hide secrets. I didn't keep it. You told me your greatest secret. I listened, I quoted and I soothed. I decided you deserve to know how I feel, when I cut or when I cry.
It was break time. I told you, I need to tell you something. You said yes and we went to our secret spot.
You asked what it was. I said:
"As we promised to tell each other all our secrets, I didn't exactly right away, but now I know you deserve to know. You wanna know why I always wear a full sleeve shirt in PE? Or go into one of the shower cubicals to change?" You weren't listening, you were distracted.
I continued.
"That's because, I've been in deep depression for a while, I don't know if you have noticed or not, but my smile is not what it used to be, my laugh isn't as loud and as cheerful. I don't talk much." You nod. Still distracted.
I pull up my sleeve and show you my scars and cuts. Your expression dosent change. And all you do is:
"Don't cut its bad. U could get infected or something." You were still distracted.
Is it bad I was hoping you'd pull me into a hug and say "let it all out, I'll be here for you." And try to help me? No.
No. You forgot within one day, now that may not be too and you know. But to me, it hurt so fuckin much you can't imagain. Now i wander every single day, if your MY real friend, or your pretending to be my friend.
Anyhow, I still love u as a best friend.
But are we really best friends?
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Life Full Of Sorrow
Historia CortaSad. Pain. Cuts. Tears. Nothing. Emotions. This book is a book in which I write to express my feelings, I have a lot of problems which make me depressed and nobody knows about it. Like they say, sharing with a stranger is better than your closest fr...
