What I'll never say


United States

Dear Mom,


Most the time dad was not home

So you were the one who raised me

I almost put you through so much pain

I could never tell you to your face

That the little girl you raised, you almost had to bury

When I was 14 I tried to kill myself

You knew something was off and you offered therapy


I’m sorry

That was years ago

I’m sorry

That I could never tell you

I’m sorry that I will probably never tell you


I won’t tell you

I don’t want to see that look on your face when I tell you

How could I tell you?

You raised me

Look what I’ve done since then

I don’t want you to think you raised me wrong

I don’t want you to think I’m going to kill myself


I’m better now

I got through it

I wish I told you then

Because there is no way I’ll do it now


Lauren Hall

This poem is about: 
My family


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