Beautiful Boy

> *“Once, I took your medication to know what it's like And now I have to act like I can't read your mind I ask you how you're doing and I let you lie But we don't have to talk about it I can walk you home and practice method acting I'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning Tellin' you it's nice to see how good you're doing Even though we know it isn't true”* There are things you never learn how to explain. It’s easier to tell “it’s never that deep,” to believe no one really cared that intensely, because admitting that someone did feels overwhelming. This movie showed me the other side. The caring parent’s side and how much it actually hurts them when you say that. Because they see it. They see that it is that deep. They see you breaking, changing, no longer that innocent, sweet kid you used to be, and they hurt because they can’t stop it. They see you hiding. They see you hurting. And they can’t interfere. They try to support you without pushing too hard, because they’re scared it will push you even further away. Further than you already are from them. Seeing both sides at once hurt in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I couldn’t stop crying because it felt painfully real. > > > > > > And the fact that he looks, dresses, and acts like my dad makes it ten times worse. I love you dad