You said you love me and that you care I really thought you did but friends shouldn't make me feel bad for being sad
You always want me to be happy but that's unrealistic because we are sad beings in this lone universe isn't that why we always crave to be with people?
I thought I was happy but I was wrong I simply forced myself to be because I know you'd leave again and you are a drug to me I simply cannot live without
But you demand so much from me you crush my bones into dust and you like to take control of me
In a simple sense, you have the wheel and you never let me learn how to drive and when we reached a wall you simply jumped off and deserted me instead of taking a turn
you don't need a friend who makes you feel bad for having a mental illness.
I think that the stigma is much worse than the illness itself.