Forever They Will Be Secrets To Me

I wish you would just stop trying to understand. I don't like it when you push me to tell you things I'm not ready to talk about. Its hard enough having to re-live every bad thing he did to me when I close my eyes at night. Its hard enough trying to go through the day afraid he will come back. It's even harder when I hear you cry at night because you can't help me.

I become utterly depressed when I see you upset. I hate myself. I want to tell you, I really do, but I'm afraid and i can't bring myself to do it. I just wish you would understand. I love you, but please stop trying. I'll tell you when I can.