Honestly, this might sound rude, but keeping this within is hurting me even more.

Don't say you know me.

Don't say understand.

Don't say you're here for me.

Don't say things are going to get better.

Don't say that you wish I was around.

Don't say that you're here for me if I ever need you.

Don't assume that I need you.

Don't give me false hope.

Don't encourage my false dreams.

Don't act like you have one ounce of knowledge of what I've been through what I've gone through.

Don't even look at me.

Because if you do be prepared for me to call all those things that you said a lie. What I've been through, what's made me this way is known by three people. My mother, my father, and this girl who once played the biggest part in my life. Not my brother not my other family members.

Do you really want to know me?

Do you really want to understand?

Do you really want to be there for me?

Do you really think that things will get better?

Do you really want to be there for me?

Do you actually want to give me hope?

Do you want to encourage my far-fetched dreams and goals?

Do you want to know what I've gone through?

If you feel you think you could handle that, just sit down. Just listen.

I'm tired of the false hope and kindness from people who really shouldn't say things that are just going to build me up, for me to crash down. If you don't know my story what I've been through don't give me advice on it.

If you could listen to my story, to my life and not feel one ounce of sorrow, or pity, or the need to cry.

Can't you tell me you understand?

Can't you comprehend what I have gone through?

Can't you be there for me?

Tell me all these things that are a lies. Tell me about the butterflies on the other side of the rainbow that doesn't exist to a person that doesn't understand. That you feel like my past is something that. I can easily get over .

But if you can cry.

If you do you.

If you can help me.

If you can be understanding.

If you can silently imagine everything I've gone through.

If you can wonder how can someone so quiet have a minds that's so dark....

Don't say anything.

For you, for that person that tries to understand.

That tries to be there for me.

That tries to listen.

That tries to give me hope.

That tries to understand my story, but sticks around even when they realize they can't.

If you're that person I'm glad you feel for the girl who's made it through all that.

I don't need you to tell me that horrible or that your sorry.

I need you to sit next to me, hold my hand and read. Read the book that's taking the physical form of my mind. My diary to be published as anon to others, but as m to those who dare get this far.

Don't beat on about the things I've been through, you've already heard about that but we about my eelings after.

Don't cry for what I've gone through or what's happened to me.

Wipe away the tears and just say a sump "good job".

Tell me that I didn't feel pleased tell me that I made it thru it.

Tell me I am strong.

Tell me that I did it.

Just tell me that though I may not have had the best experience in life, I was the person who made it out of those things successfully. And that you're the person who knows I can do this.