i didn’t tell them i was hurting i didn’t tell them because im ashamed ashamed to hurt ashamed to feel- feel anything other than gratitude for this life i have because my parents are together they don’t fight i have a good house a steady life i am not lacking with money i even have a yard and school so when i complain it means nothing because i am the pretty privileged girl that you’ll see in class and think: “of course she’s here, her daddy prolly bought her honors” but i studied i worked hard, i swear i did even if i never worked to tell them that i was hurting because i can’t hurt i’m the pretty privileged girl that nobody wants to know and everyone wants to judge