"Why are you upset?"
Why?
Maybe it's because when I broke down the only person who asked if I was okay was not related to me, and was actually concerned.
Maybe it's because you never listen to me, always asking me what you should do after I tell you.
Maybe it's because you want to help but reject everything I suggest?
Maybe it's because you pretend,
even after all this time, all this therapy,
all these talks we have,
you pretend our family is still fine,
you pretend our family is still normal,
you pretend our family is still happy.
"I don't know"
I'm not going to tell you again because I know what will happen,
Nothing will change,
And tomorrow won't be any different.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
