They never except the quiet shy kid to be the most in pain keeping hidden secrets behind lock and key, their demons weighing them down, their lungs giving in, but you sit there and watch as they lose themselves and claim you're raising them right when you never really raised them... Barely sixteen almost seventeen, she's seen the world, she knows what everything is, but she has to hide the person she is because you don't accept that. She fakes a smile and tries so hard not to scar herself again, but you were to dumb to ever know why she always had a knife on hand. She got so good at faking it even a therapist ignored all the signs of her overworked anxiety and depressed mind set, stuck in a mind prison with no where to go, raising herself she learned to only care about herself and she was taught love was abuse and marks and terrible words until someone showed her the real love... She's desperate for a grip of reality but she's slowly losing what little light of hope she has as the days get harder and her mind gets darker and the pills wear off and all that is left is the foggy haze of what the meds seemed to make disappear but now her memories are back and she can't cope... She's beyond saving but oh god how she wished she could be saved.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWF8CNdnbJh
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