I am alive, because I don’t have an option.
i could have killed myself ages ago, but I can’t give my parents more pain than they already have.
i choose to remain trapped inside my own head, because I can’t get out no matter what.
i kill my feelings for one, two or three days, but they always find a way to creep back into my skin.
i try to kill my fears, but they always get the better of me.
i took a very long time to come out of my denial and I paid for it with my feelings.
i seem like a normal girl, a happy girl, but maybe this is what all happy girls go through.
i am a survivor because I am not brave enough to pass on the pain.