You are so hidden,
you tell me things about your life,
But I no its not all,
what cant you tell me,
I've stopped telling her because it hurt you,
I told you all I can,
about my cutting,
my depression,
my life,
I've let you come into mine,
why wont you let me into yours.
I love you like friend,
I love you like a sister,
but I feel that this love isn't strong because itâ??s being separated by the lies.
If I had a choice I'd bleed for you,
I tell you everything you won't to know.
But what for?
For you to dwell in, to think about, to ssympathize|_what do I get in return nothing but your darkening life,
The little bit of life I am part of,
iimaginatively
Why canâ??t it be more?
Because without you,
I'd be nothing,
without any of my friends,
I'd be nothing,
someone who cuts to let her emotions out because she has no one to speak to.
I don't want to become that.
I want to be your friend...
Like she is...
I want to know what she knows.
She makes hints that sheâ??s told things,
Will she tell me what,
No she just wants to rub it in.
Do you know how much that hurts?
Both emotionally and physically.
I cry for you,
I wish I were her.
But the only person I'm good at is me...
Is that not good enough?
Or do I just do a shit job at it...
Only you can tell...............
