I can't take it anymore. The fear. The pain. The screaming and the yelling and the shouting. The lies. The fake happiness. I can't take any of it any longer. I've been taking it since the day I came into this world. Fifteen, almost sixteen years now. And the worst thing is; nobody knows. Not my parents, not my sisters, not even the best of my friends know. Nobody knows what it's like. Nobody knows how I feel, knows about how I cry myself to sleep. About what I do late at night, in the bare darkness of my room, knife in hand. It's all just so, so lonely. I am alone even when surrounded with people. In my mind, I am always alone. And I fear that this may be the beginng of what soon may be the end.
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