Broken and Still Breaking

It's so easy these days to tell your someone that your ok when your not. just send a smiling emoji and tell them your perfectly fine. Because they can't see the tears that slowly roll down your cheeks, falling onto the illuminated phone screen inside your dark room. They can't hear your soft cries for help because the walls are too thick and your voice isn't strong enough. They can't hold your hand that's reaching out in desperation because the chains of anxiety and doubt are pulling you back into that dark room that tells you your not good enough. you don't tell your boyfriend that your hurting because your mind is screaming at you in protest telling you that he won't love you anymore when he sees your scars. you can't tell mom because you know that she doesn't want a daughter like you. Daddy left a long time ago and he wouldn't care anyway. Then society puts up a stereotype for people like you because they think they know how your feeling when nobody knows how it feels to have there heart slowly ripped out of their chest feeling the full intensity of the pain. your terrified to tell anyone because you don't wanna be different. well.... what do you do then?