I have my "friends"
I have 8 or 9
But most of them turned on me
Only a few stayed
Those few friends turned into one
She knows everything about me
She was the one I trusted and she back stabbed me
Now I have no one
Then out of nowhere she text me
A person I never knew until then
She never questioned my scars
Or my lifestyle
She gained my trust
And she hasn't lost it
She is more of a sister
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Dedicated to NarrySoCoolLike
She is my best friend. Wait, cross that. She is my sister. Thank you for being there for me.
I love you all.
Stay strong
Wrist are for bracelets, not for cutting ~Kellin Quinn
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self harm and depression
PoetryThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.
