he stared deep into my eyes and in that moment I knew that he saw me. not my appearance, but my soul-the person I really am. His body tensed and his beautiful green eyes turned dark and glassy. He began to crawl in his skin. He was feeling everything I had felt. The pain. His mind began to fill with the hurt I had felt when he had called me those names. He dropped to his knees. Slowly, he curled into a ball and i knew. I knew that he was hearing all my suicidal thoughts and he couldn’t bear it. He desperately grabbed at his arms trying to stop the feeling of the blade running back and forth as it did on my arms. His uncontrollable tears covered his face and he was desperate to make it all stop.
He never thought pain like that could exist. not just the physical pain, but more importantly the emotional pain. the thoughts that told him to end his life. He could not stand it for even one minute. Oh, how he wished he could be happy again. I warned him that the pain was terrible. He thought that since I could take it, so could he.”
He asked himself, “How could she act so perfectly happy when deep down she is so depressed?”
He understands now, that she is stronger than he could ever be.
