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What I'll never say


Dear Mom,

 

Most the time dad was not home

So you were the one who raised me

I almost put you through so much pain

I could never tell you to your face

That the little girl you raised, you almost had to bury

When I was 14 I tried to kill myself

You knew something was off and you offered therapy

 

I’m sorry

That was years ago

I’m sorry

That I could never tell you

I’m sorry that I will probably never tell you

 

I won’t tell you

I don’t want to see that look on your face when I tell you

How could I tell you?

You raised me

Look what I’ve done since then

I don’t want you to think you raised me wrong

I don’t want you to think I’m going to kill myself

 

I’m better now

I got through it

I wish I told you then

Because there is no way I’ll do it now

 

Lauren Hall

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