Friends? Family? Someone? I don't know what they are. When one of my classmates asked "you like him?" When I answered "I like him, but I don't hate him."
I was wondering... Do people around us know our pain, even the most closest person on our side?
They keep saying "I'm always here with you. You can tell me everything." But at the end they backstab us when we're not around.
I hate people like that, so it's hard to trust someone. Even to the person where we're.
Sometimes they got envy, then betrayed us.
I used to love them... But I realized that it's better to loose them than loosing yourself for them.
To me? My heart keep broken piece by piece. Wound that still wound even if it isn't bleeding.
Scars that never disappear? It was the painful memory they left.
