I felt betrayed by you
just as you felt betrayed by me...
I felt betrayed by you because you were supposed to be my friend. I made that mistake... and we all know I was making it... but I feel you, as my friend, should've been there for me to pick me up after it. But you had your own feelings, of which I was ignorant.. and I hurt you, him, her, and your friends... I was wrong.. I punished myself... It made me feel good, but the blood from my wrists had a taste of guilt and anger. The scars will make me taste it... forever. Was I wrong in punishing myself? Was I wrong in feeling betrayed by you? Was I wrong in being myself? I have the scars to remind me of this.. of the pain I have caused.. if ever I make this mistake again.. the knife will cut deeper than ever before and there will be no more chance for me to make mistakes... there will be a relief in others.. in myself... and as Leif Edling said it: I long for my time to come, death means just life... PLEASE... let me die in solitude...