My "Friends"
Friends are someone you know someone you trust. But if that's true then I don't really have many friends. My friends are the type of people to smile in your face then turn around to stab you in the back. You tell them a secret it becomes public knowledge. Life is good here they come to make it bad. Feeling good prepare yourself for an onslaught of insults but the thing that's the worst,,,
They make me lose hope. Hope in myself. Hope in others. Hope that I could make it until tomorrow without think of everything I did wrong. Hope that one day I'll be smart or pretty or fun or exciting or be skinny or just enough. But I am. I am smart. I am pretty. I am fun and exciting. I weigh the perfect amount and I am more than enough.
But my friends don't let me be hopeful for that because they're the type of friends to smile in your face and turn around and stab you in the back, but what's worse is I patch myself up and hand them the knife again.