In my moment of weakness, I wanted to die.
I wanted to stop feeling the pain.
I wanted to stop the negative voices in my head.
The voices you caused.
You broke me down when you
were supposed to be pick me up.
We were supposed to be best friends.
I guess that didn’t mean anything to you.
A few years have passed and I still feel the same:
broken and betrayed
What did I do to deserve this?
What changed?