some nights you realise how lonely you really are.
you realise that your best friend doesn't know how to handle mental illnesses and their symptoms;
that your other best friend is the reason that some of your mental illnesses are as bad as they are right now;
that your dad is 350 miles away and just doesn't care about you
and that your mum couldn't bear all the sorrow you hide inside.
And so you just suck it up, put on a long sleeved shirt to hide the fresh, bloody cuts and wait for someone to ask how you're feeling.
And when they do, you fake a smile and calmly answer:
"fine".
YOU ARE READING
pandora's box
Randomall the things, that were too much for my brain to contain, so I wrote them down
