Part Eight: His Torture, His Thoughts
You know when I think about it when I go to the doctors and they ask me certain questions I will be wanting to break out down and cry. Like they will ask me things like am I stressed or depressed mainly they'll ask me am I depressed. I remember being a teenager and me telling the doctor I felt like I wanted to die. And my mom telling me don't say that you don't mean any of that I remember looking at her and telling her "but I do". All of this happens when I was getting bullied in elementary and middle school and me having to come home hand having to do a lot of the things for my family because they made me be their slave. I remember the doctor asking me was I bipolar because I had said that I felt like I wanted to die, so he checks into it and found out I wasn't bipolar. I was glad for that but most days hell every day nights etc I'm like like hell Nah I'm not going to cry and say fuck that "poker face" I always be poker face a lot lately shit might as well be because if I even think about one tear motherfuckers gone look at me funny. So I will be like fuck it sucks it up you can take it you been bullied talked down on why cry now.
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