Two weeks ago, my best
friend was caught trying to
off
herself in
the school bathrooms.
Two weeks before that, the person I trusted most told me we
were-
weren’t,
because I couldn't talk to them
enough. Couldn't
call.
Oh, you're just being melodramatic. Who gives a **** about your best
friend? It's not like you
did it.
Tell that to the scars of my initials still carved into her
arms.
I
You wanna know why I
'waste' my
time
helping friends?
Because I'm scared that if I don't have a
use
anymore, they won't
need me.
Some days, I
wonder.
Why am I not enough? For

Anyone?
Not for him, or
her, or
them, or anyone.
You remember when she tried on
that dress you liked?
But did you see her
legs? The scars, the marks of every little pressure, every
pain,
every crack in her
façade, immortalised in her own flesh?
Love
Did you?

Or did you even care?
She's just another one of your
friends,
a waste of
time.
To what?
To be loved?
I know you
Don't.

And I know I'm going to fail

my exams
because I didn't
Study
enough.
I wasn’t
enough.

But

sometimes it
Hurts.
To l̶o̶v̶e̶
Live.

You
too.