Irony is a funny thing, A poet who is at a loss for words. Everyone always told me that if there was a problem, talk to them. But how can you trust them with something so serious? How do you even start a conversation like that? "Hi mom and dad, I have anxiety attacks and cut myself and its just getting worse." Yea no, That's not how it works. Maybe you just pull up your sleeve and show them the scars. Nope Mabye I try to show them that the person in the mirror isn't me. How the hell do you do that? You don't. So I tried writing it down, Then I tried to read it allowed, But I lost the words again. So I put it in a letter and sent that It was the hardest letter I've ever written and will be for the rest of my life. There may have been no words from my mouth, but that's when I found the words from my heart.