My best friends, they are my best friends.

We have had a lot of problems in the past and now we face them together.
But I know all the problems they have had, and they didn't ask me how I felt in the past, what i did and why am i like this.
I cut my arms, i used smoke and I cried every night, but they, the only people I can trust on, didn't know about this, and I need to explain to someone.

By the way, i'm 15 and I can say I have lived more experiences than people of 60. And I don't like this, now I'm depressed but I have learned that THEY DON'T HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT MY DRAMAS, although I would like to be supported.

But they have their problems too.

I have relapsed, and worse than before.