Help

Sometimes the world is so peaceful; there is always someone there to pick you up. Every time you slip there is the comfort of your parents, the unconditional love, the invisible umbilical cord, the thing that words cant express. 1

I’m neither a simplistic child nor ones who suffers abuse. However, sometimes I feel that there is something wrong with me. At times I cry for hours for no reason. My world feels dark and full of pain, though I’m in the comfort of my father’s warm and strong arms, secretly crying myself to sleep. 2

There are things you can’t tell your parents about. Like a friend who back stabs you, so can almost feel it go through your heart and out the other side. They then drop it in dirt and walk all over it. If it’s really bad you can almost feel the serrated knife being twisted. 3

The silent screams of pain echo round your head, and once again you bottle something you can say out loud because either way you lose. 4

With the unconditional love of both parents and the invisible umbilical cord, is it right to seek the parents for help, confront your friend even though you saw something of her you shouldn’t have, or shut the hell up?5

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In my case, I ask you. 7