Mom: You never do anything for me.
Me: I fake a smile, I hide my problems to keep you from getting stressed, I cover my scars, I don't talk to you so you don't have to put up with me, and I pretend to be mentally stable. I do a lot for you.
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Depression/Self-harm/Suicide Poems
PoetryDon't let your story end. #alwayskeepfighting Trigger warning