'Im Fine'
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What do you do when no one’s around to see?
What do you say when no one’s around to hear?
Why do you live when no one’s around to care?
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Juliet was happy. At least that’s what everyone thought.
Truth of the matter is that she wasn't. She was far from happy. Juliet has spent all of her teen years so far and even some of her childhood fighting against her weight and her depression. She’s tried everything she could think of to get rid of the pain she feels inside.
She’s taken pills.
She’s cut her skin.
She’s burnt her skin.
She’s starved herself.
She’s done all of this and for what? All that has changed is that she now has visible scars on her wrists, arms, hips, thighs and even her ankles.
She needs help. But no one sees.
The only time she had ever let her mask slip they assumed it was for attention. Juliet has given up on everything. Even love.
Will a new person in Juliet’s life make her believe again? In love and in herself, and will they help her through the pain she feels?
The pain that the people she loved the most had caused her.
Will she finally stop saying “Im fine?”
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