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May 2014
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.
Elli
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Elli  21/F/Paris
(21/F/Paris)   
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