How did you not notice?
As soon as I started therapy, i got better,
strangely fast,
i was clean, allegedly.
i had better self-esteem, apparently.
i was out of my room more often, seemingly.
i was acting happier, somehow.
One day, i randomly asked you if i could buy an art kit.
An art kit that included pencils,
and those pencils won't stay sharp forever,
so you need a sharpener.
a cheap, plastic one.
one you can unscrew.
one you can get the blade from.
i'm not saying it's your fault for not thinking that far into it,
but if you try to take the blades from me,
at least realize i'll find a way to get some.
i can't just quit that easily.
it's not that simple.
Months clean?
That's just a coverup for me being 2 days clean,
But I won't tell you that.
Because i'm "getting better"
YOU ARE READING
Hiding
Teen Fictionat one point, you get tired of hiding it. you take off the mask, detailed with cracks, bruises, and tears.