I'm Harry Lewis sometime people put on act to show that they're OK but they're actually dieing on the inside. I'm one of those people. My friends say go kill yourself or fuck you Harry.
I don't know to take it as a joke or seriously. It got to the point where I go home and shut myself in my bathroom for hours on end. Breaking a razor to get the blade out of it.
No one knows that I'm suffering in silence but that how it goes. Even if it a hot day I'm still in a hoodie and joggers. No asks why it's just become the new normal.
Tomorrow is the day I do it but first I have to write letters to everyone explaining but they won't care. 7 letters not a lot but still enough for people to hate on you.
Enough is enough this can't go on for ever.
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[on edge] ˢᵈᵐⁿ
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING Suffering in silence that what Harry did. On edge anything could push him over. The people around you didn't notice. They thought you were the happiest guy in the room.
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