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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