as your shoulders
start shaking
and your tears
start falling,
maybe you
will realize
how much
it hurts
to keep
saying,
"i'm okay,"
when you
really aren't,
how much
it pains you
to keep
smiling,
like nothing
is wrong,
and how much
it kills you
to keep
pretending
you're strong.
YOU ARE READING
construing sentences
Teen Fictionthings can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]
