i don't tell anyone about my life, about me, my secrets. because i don't want people to know, yet i tell you about my secrets, my problems, my life because i trust you. only do i find out that you go around spilling everything i ever told. realized that though you were my closest friend i meant little to you. my back stains with blood from the knife you threw in my back. you used me, i was the main character in the game you play.
i know that i have to let our friendship go, leave you behind in the web of lies that you spin. but it's easier said than done.
note: pictures are not of me, but they are pictures that i have taken of others - of course used with their permission