Bullied, Harassed, Bully.

I tried to come to you with cupped hands, my face covered in embarrassment. You didn't know what to expect from a time bomb such as I.

But in those cupped hands were words I didn't know how to say. The lack of speech did no good. The words dripped through the fingers that didn't know how to hold them.

Depression

I tried pulling my hands close to my chest, but it was futile.

Depression. Anxiety.

I tried to swallow the words, but they just spewed forth.

Depression. Anxiety. ADHD.

I tried to run for it, but you grabbed my arm and pulled me back making all those words spill to the cold ground.

Depression. Anxiety. ADHD. OCD. Abulia. Gender Dismorphia. PTSD. Adiction. Stuttering. Anorexia. Dyslexia. Autophagia.

They made you laugh with glee.

Then you had me cup my hands again, so I could hold on to all of yours, After all it was brought to me by your crippling mental illness.