But I know she cares, you know?
But I've become good at hiding things, kind of like the Gerard in my story. I can hide, but I know that someone will soon find out. But maybe I'm just too scared to find out who exactly. Or I'm just too scared that I'd hurt myself or someone else again.
My mom showed me that I was hurting her by telling me so.
But I never listened until I was to the point where I wanted to kill myself.
And it's happened a lot, actually. But she's only found out a couple times. Never that I wanted to die, but that I was hurting myself.
Now I'm left with the scars to prove it.
Only goes to show that mistakes really do leave marks that [i]won't go away.[/i]
Aw...
But I wrote it so maybe one day I'd be able to give it to them.
I'm at least glad that I was able to draw out some emotions in you, as I've done with the other people who'd read it.
I'm sorry I made you cry, though...
I actually have a one-shot autobiography on here that explains it. Fell From Grace; that's the one. :]
It's a really, really long story to put into a comment, so I suggest you read Fell From Grace if you'd really like to know.
~Fishy~