My short story's

You Would Never Know

You ask why i'm giving up. You ask why i'm always so sad. You never want me to hurt. But i can't promise anything. Because all the verbal abuse i go through, The sexual assault i went through, All the loses i've had. There's no way you can help me. I'm permanently broken. I might look like i have it all together, but very few can see deep inside. Deep inside where i'm falling down dark holes and slicing myself to pieces. Deep inside where the flashbacks come from. You would never know that i cry every night when i have to take my medicine because medicine scares me since it almost killed me. You would never know that i go to therapy just to make my mom  happy, it doesn't benefit me. You would never know how i question suicide every night. You will never know me and that's for the best. The moral of the story is that you will never know the real deep, dark, broken, suicidal, abused me. So don't try and just give up like i did. i've made it this long without you i don't need you know. So walk away before me and you get hurt.