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Dear Mum and Dad, First of all you need to know that this is not your fault, It's mine, for I locked my problem inside me like a vault, Problems that I was never able to tell you, Problems that I'm sick of dealing with. I'm through. I'm sick of pretending that everything's alright, I'm sick of having all these emotional demons to fight. I can't take my depressing life anymore, I realize I felt this way too often before. I now know I'm not needed in this place, Just another stupid teen, just another ugly face. I can tell I'm secretly hated by everyone I know, Though, when I'm around, they don't let their hatred show. My life has n

I stood in front of my parent’s front door debating whether I should or not. Charles was out for the day, working at the bank. And I was left to do what I pleased with the notion that he wasn’t going to find out. I was dressed too warmly for the summer’s day. The outfit was my husband’s new cover-up for my bruises, scratches and wounds. It seemed I would be getting a very large wardrobe at this rate. I stared at the knocker. Hoping that by some chance the door would just open on its own. But nothing happened as I stared intently. In the back of my mind, I knew they were not going to help me. They hadn’t helped me