This heavy secret.

Dear Mom and Dad, I love you, just understand it gets hard.... I knwo I hurt you...... when I hurt me. But this isn't a plea for help.. I'm just getting by, trying to survive....... I'm trying so hard for you, trying to fight the voices.... the urge to cut to kill to feel But I will stop for you.

I want to call you' beg you to come home because i'm struggling with myself again. But I don't want to worry you, I'm your pretty little girl. a good girl....... and i'm not about to worry you. But please hurry home... I don't trust myself.. Not yet.

A million times thank you, but please send help soon I've fought with myself all afternoon raging in a cage that is my black heart and keeping a promis that is getting to hard

Note to self: Hold it together...