My family

You see , the funny thing is , before i came to England and met my family
I never had the fear of : What if they don't like me ?

It never even crossed my mind.

They were my family , they had to like me , right ?

Ha , how wrong I was...they don't.

Infact they haven't spoken to me since shortly after I arrived here.
Not even a text or a call , not even to make sure I'm alive.
The police did come to my house to make sure I was settling in okay , and asked if I needed help because I had cuts and maybe I could want some counseling.

Back then I said no , but right now the idea even sounds good , I never been a fan of telling my stuff to counselers but i feel like I wouldn't be talking , I'd just be plain crying in her/his shoulder.

I never want to cry in my dad's shoulder , even when I'm alone I try really hard to hold back my tears even that it makes my head hurt.
I don't want anyone to see me crying.