Don't you hate it.
When you're the last to know.
When you know if you knew, you could have helped.
But now you can't.
Cause its too late.
Cause the one person you loved is hurting themselfs.
I hate when i'm the last to know.
Cause what I do know is that they couldn't even trust me enough to tell me.
To find out by them telling you, "Brb, i'm going to make myself throw up."
Or saying, "I'll brb i gtg cut."
I cry so much because I know im helpless.
I cant stop them.
And it hurts me so much thinking about how my friends hurt themselfs.
Not to mention they cant even trust me enough to tell me sooner.