I’m perfectly fine.
No. I’m fucking DEAD inside. Do you
see that? Do you know that? Of coarse not. I hide it too well right? If you knew the stories behind each and EVERY scar. Would you stay or just pretend you know nothing? Think I should get some help? Probably. But I wont get ANY. When you have the fear of your parents knowing. Telling you that what you did is wrong because they don’t understand. Why don’t they understand or at least try? They can’t. They wont. Something is MENTALLY WRONG. And you only have yourself to blame. That’s NOT true though. You have every reason to CUT. Because when EVERYTHING piles up and the world is on your shoulders. NO ONE fully understand what you’re going through. When school was your escape from the abuse, when being with friends was a good time, ALL the time. When seeing your dad was the best thing in the world. But all that ended. School is the last place you want to be. Your friends don’t get you any more cause it’s just not the same any more. When your dad treats you like how your mom and step dad did. Life is miserable. You want to take your life ALL the time. You want to CUT so deep that you bleed out and die. When you want to OVER DOSE on pills. But you can’t. You have people saying that you have to keep fighting the battle. The war is never won. So you think to yourself what’s the point any more? Then you think, you got a girlfriend who you love. Few friends who try to help you out. And a father who provides food and a roof over your head. So what’s next.
Do you still think I’m “