You were my best friend and i trusted you, you told me i could tell you anything and it would be a secret...so i told you about my cutting, how i did it every night i even told you what i used because i thought i could trust you.
Then came the messages from my friends asking me if i was OK and why i cut myself.
I trusted you with my life, we grew up together does that mean nothing to you? obviously NOT.
Now i know that i cant tell any1 because you told them all, you broke my trust when you promised not to tell. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?
I had stopped and i hadn't cut in a week because my life was getting better, or so i thought
But now i use that blade again, and my arm cannot be seen once again.
It didn't need to be like this, you didn't need to tell but just know now that i hate you and I'm not going to tell you anything again, because I'm ending our friendship
You don't deserve to know my deep dark secrets and what i do.
Now i will keep it all bottled up inside till it kills me, which it surely will.
