I am loyal, but I can easily betray.

I am strong, but I also have scars.

I am an angel, but at the same time I am a devil.

I met her when I was sixteen, and she was like a breath of fresh air to me. She burst into my life and taught me to smile. And then she suddenly disappeared, and without her I could no longer breathe.

Her smile illuminated everything around, and my black heart trembled.

We met only ten years later - at her there was a syringe in her hand, and blood was flowing down her legs.

She is broken, and I am glad of that. Now she won't think badly of me or my lifestyle.