She lied to me.
I trusted her. Told her things no one knew about me.
She said she'd always be there.
She wasn't.
She is the only one who knows the depth of my episodes and relapses.
Yet she hurts me further.
He was my friend.
I loved him, and stayed aroumd him.
He knew things no one else did.
He said He'd always be there.
He wasn't.
He is the only one to know the truth about my scars.
Yet he hurts me further.
I needed them.
I did everything I could, and yet still failed them.
She left me alone.
He hates me.
I can't bring myself to just hate her.
I can never stop thinking about him.
Everything I did was for them
..Everything..
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RandomJfc i hate these lowkey qjdmwm -2020 mason Okay so, most of these will be kinda sad. More often than not this is a muse for me, a kind of venting system without actually venting. Some chapters are easier to read than others, and some are easier to...
