Happy beginnings and Sad endings

Chapter Two - Bury the truth

I thought talking to someone would help me. I never told anyone. I was too scared. I thought that they would judge me. Torment me. I never told anyone about my depressing. My suicidal thoughts or the fact I self harm. I buried the truth. I hide the fact that I hated myself more and more each day. I eventually learned to live with the truth. The people around me became clueless of my self hate. I always preferred my dreams to reality. I hated reality which is one of the reasons I wanted to die. My imaginary world was my escape. However, the more I went to my imaginary world. The more I wanted to die. I eventually became so consumed by the fantasy that I had created. I wouldnt listen to people talking. I would ignore them and continue thinking about my imaginary world. If only I had noticed where I was standing. When I finally realised it was too late. I was already on my way to the hospital with head trauma and a broken arm. That was the day I realised I either stay in reality or I die and forever live in my imagination. I learned to live in reality and tried my hardest to forget about my fantasy. That was the hardest year of my life.