Literature
My friend wants me to be happy
There's something really wrong with me. There's someone who lives in me. This someone likes to hurt me. This someone likes to hurt other who hurt me. I hate that about them. This someone is scared of everyone  just like me. This someone has seen what they've done to me. This someone tries to protect me, but hurts me by doing so. I can't hate them for that though, because they tried when others haven't. We fight a lot, whether what damaged us was so little that we may be crazy for feeling like it was going to kill me. We stare it in the eyes, and go blind by doing so, when we can see again, we have hurt people and ourselves. I want to forget, so I go to sleep when what damaged me comes for me again, and they take over. They only want to help me. They only want to make the past go away, even just for a little bit. They want revenge for me. They want closure for me. They want solace for me. I can't hate them for that. So they come out, and I go to sleep, so I don't have to feel pain ever again. I can't hate them for that.