Remember when I said I was okay? Mom? Dad? I lied to you. I lied when I said everything was fine. That I was fine. I laugh and smile and joke when you're around, but I tear myself apart when you're not. I never told you what was really going. I cut my wrists and hid them from you. Everytime I cried, I'd cry silently so you wouldn't hear. I've thought of death many times and never told you. All the bullying, heartbeat, ruined friendships, fights, arguments and awful moment: I never told you a word. I've been through counseling and tough conversations and never even mentioned it to you. I've been scared to say anything because I knew you wouldn't take me seriously. You'd blame it on me growing up, being a teenager, or overreacting. I cant trust you. I'm sorry I never told you. It's too late now. I can't tell you now. I'm sorry.
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