(trigger warning ) No one knows what im going through or so i thought? I believed no one else knew but people do. Sometimes i wonder what my friends hide from me and why they hide shit. Then i remembered i hide stuff from them as well. I never told them i wanted to die. How could I. I trusted them with my life but i couldn't tell them that. I told them but it was too late. Sometimes i wish i never tried. Or i never met them. This all started with them one came first of course. There was 2 of them. The one who was family and the one who was love. They hated each other and that hurt me. Until one day they snapped ending their relationships with me.They made me feel like this and they knew it. Yet they kept making me feel bad until i couldn't cope. But what lead me to this decision you may ask. Well ill tell you but it all started with him.