i'm one of these people, who from the outside looks like they have everything
a great family, great friends, a great life

but i don't
my home life is pretty shit*y and my friends are the kinda people everyone wants to be, and they are great, its just, there very opinionated, which makes life hard, if i try to talk to them, then i get all this sh*t thrown in my face
two of them know about my cutting, one of them, my best friend is great about it, she lets me talk when i want to, we can sort of laugh about it (weird i know) and she knows to leave it alone when i don't wanna talk (which is pretty much all the time)
the other one (who found out and told my other friend) thinks it helps to tell me how stupid i am, and how i need help and how its not normal ( but her punching walls is)
sorry i'm droning on a bit, n e way all my poems are from my feelings experiances and thoughts (which are getting very hard to cover up)