So can you see the pain. Can you tell that on the mornings I cried so hard I fell to my knees?
No....
I guess I've learned to hide to well.
My mom always said to fake it.
Mom? Dad? Are you proud that you can't hear me crying at night or that I smile everywhere I go?
ARE YOU!!!???
I still love you though....
YOU ARE READING
No I'm Not Ok💔
Non-FictionThis book is full of raw unedited writeings of a 12 year old . this way of writing is on perpose. I hope you learn what's in the head of a depressed 12 year old girl.
