i cant just sit here & let this happen i have to fix it everytime im ready to fight i just get afraid & turn away you trow this news on we like a ton of bircks & then you see it hurt me & you say “Ohh.. im sorry” you tell me not to tink about it but how can i not when im so hurt i thought everything was fine till you brought it up with so many questions unanswered i sit in my bed at night crying & woundering why, the facade everyone sees i put up because im not ready to show my pain so i pertend everythin is okay & nothin ever happened im tryin to show you im strong or am i weak because i dont want you to see my pain the pain gets worst when i think about it i try & try not to but it keeps coming like a continuas nightmare….... you told