Monday, 13 April 2009 @11:31 pm
Imagine you have a thirteen year old son and he cuts himself. You got a call from the teacher counsellor and she told you some things. No matter how well you think you know your son, there’s always a side of him that he’ll always keep it to himself. A side of him so dark that you’ll hardly notice it’s around. Something that you’ll never know exists; but it does.
The only thing that you want right now is the truth. To be able to read his mind might lift some weight off your shoulders. And ease the worrying and the pain that your mind is carrying. Sadly, you know it’s never that simple. He said to you that it was just a dare but deep in your thoughts, you worry if there might be something else.
You know what hurts the most? To have your loved one making you cry.
Maybe if my parents found out things that I had done that they had never known, maybe it hurt that much.