𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒.

𝟙. 𝗦𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘀

Dear girl,
I see the way the pain doesn't bother you anymore. I see the way that you do it so quick it always bleeds. I see the way you cover up your arm when your mom walks in so she doesn't see what goes on behind the scenes. When your dad asks,
"Hey how did you get those marks on your legs?"
You always reply saying,
"Stupid cats."
When in reality it's all your fault. You tell very little about what goes on behind your 'perfect' smile. I see the way your so quick to respond to someone if they say,
"Hey, can we talk?"
Your heart races but you respond anyway.
"Hey what's up? What's on your mind."
Your left on open and delivered, opened and pending. Just for you to crumble down. All changes from happy to sad. 0-100. Just for them to to watch you crumble all over again. Yet behind the scenes. You chug down pills to make the pain go away, yet it always returns. You cry out but unheard.
Ignored and alone.
Maybe this is the life of a Suicidal Teen.