Real honest opinions

Hey everybody! Sorry if its a long article, but number one before I start my yapping, follow me! I add people and am trying to add as many people as possible! And you can say you know the Lorax. But anyways I wrote a poet line about how my life was 2 years ago. I'm okay and happier now and nothing bad is wrong. I want opinions on this because it took me a minute to write. Maybe thinking on getting it published? This did actually happen.

I remember the silence every week. Each text I sent never got a response, but the read receipt would show. The silence would end on a Sunday and would come back again on Friday after school. You find something ridiculous I did long ago, and get mad at me all over again. The silence when I ended the pain, tired of saying sorry for even existing, for talking to a different person you didn’t like. The pain of breaking rules for you. Gone… The silence when I saw you in the hallways with your friends, as the whispers about me broke it. The endless days I thought it was me, thinking what I did wrong, when I did nothing. The countless days you called me a bad friend or person, I got used to it. It was normal for me to expect it from you. The silence when I did something and you walked away in embarrassment. But I stood there, holding my tears, biting my lips together. Trying not to cry. I said I was fine, I didn’t snitch on you. I was scared. The silence of you always being mad at me all the time, it was suffocating me, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t be me. I couldn’t do something simple without your approval, I had to be quiet. If I said something wrong, or rude, you're highly offended. The endless days I would wake up each morning afraid, scared, or nervous. The endless nights I had to cry myself to sleep, thinking what you could do. And I was right. You told everyone I was a bad person, rude, offensive, selfish. I lost so many friends, when they came to me to get mad at me. I had proof. I took screenshots of you yelling at me. Every bad thing you said about me to my face. But you convinced them to think it was all fake. The trauma you put me through, everytime I text someone new. I get scared, nervous, that if I don’t act right something will happen. I could never be happy, I said I was, but inside I was. Hurt. Broken. Depressed. I had more time for friends and family. I found better people who actually liked my interests, enjoyed hanging out with me, talking to me. I felt heard, I didn’t feel alone. I'm happier now, breaking the silence with my true laugh, being me.

How did you guys like it!?

u rlly poured ur heart into this i can feel that its so good tho 10/10

i aint reading allat

It's something/10