The doctor tries to make me talk
So I do
Just to make her feel accomplished
Like it matters whether I talked
"Why do you cut yourself?"
Because it makes me feel better
"Are you bullied?"
Some
"Why didn't you tell someone?"
Who would have listened
"I would have listened."
You don't know me
"You need help."
I know, but I can handle it
"I can help you."
No, you can't. No one can.
"Your next appointment is on Friday. We'll talk some more then."
I stop talking
That doesn't mean I'll come
Just because she thinks she can help
That she can fix me
That I really matter
In this world
I'm attacked for no reason
I have no idea what I did
You can't talk about something you don't know
I should welcome the help
But I feel that she'll find something
Something I don't want her to know
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Hoping For Relief (Book 1 of the Dawn Chronicles) ➽ COMPLETE
PoetrySynopsis by @NeverTrustAnAuthor ____________ You'll see the scars across her arms and you'll grimace. You'll think of the blood she must have spilled and your stomach will turn over with nausea. But what you won't notice, what no one ever no...
