When i was growing up

peoples write a diary story, i write a tragical-melancholy drama. They know that i was growing up. they know either that i wasnt a little cute girl anymore. But did they know that this teen, need a help? i want to shout it at the top of my lungs. but they are so fvckin sick just to see my hands raise up for a help. they said is alright, they said, it's could be just fine. BUT NO! it was a lie when they smiled and said, you won't feel a thing (My Chemical Romace, Disenchanted) i'm so terrible lost in a moment. im trying to get back. walk home. but a find a different way, i asking the way to a 'so-called' friends, they make it worst. It's called betray. i have seen a lot of betrayal in this whole time. friends, is just a people who needs me and i need them. Best friends. is person who close to me because we have to buredening to each other.