Hidden Secrets of Her Life

What kills me? What makes me angry? What makes me want to be dead? It's you. Because, you're my friend. The only person I talk to on regular basis. You told me that you were my friend. You told me that you'd be there. You made me believe that I could trust you. You are a liar. You're fake. You are a wannabe. You are screwed up. You judge people and that makes me think that somewhere at some point you judge me as well. I have been judged a lot of times. I don't want to be judged. I don't want anyone to be judged. I hate people who judge. I hate it so much that I make myself bleed. Can't you see? How can you hurt me by doing the same things, over and over again? You make me feel small. You take me for granted. And when I do the same to make you realize how it feels, you frown at me instead of realizing it. I hate you.