What he didn't say

There was this boy.

He was small- smaller than a girl and quieter than a mouse.

Usually he's alone, but one day as he sits in class, you go to say "Hello!" He greets you, he seems so shy. But still you talk.

Day by day this goes on and on, you talk and he listens leaving so much unsaid but still you carry on.

You come to class, you go to lunch, you wait for home. All day he's seemed so off.

You go to him and ask how he is and he says he's fine, but what you always manage to miss are the things he left unsaid;

He didn't say that he dreaded when night would come;

He didn't say that he was sick of the way his days had been;

He didn't say that he felt like he was drowning in an ocean of stress;

He didn't say that he had no outlet to vent with;

He didn't say that he often had breakdowns and panic attacks alone because he didn't want to place his shit on anyone else's shoulders;

He didn't say that he thought he was a burden to anyone he came in contact with;

He didn't say he missed his mom;

He didn't say that he felt broken;

He didn't say that he didn't think he could hold himself up anymore;

He didn't say he wanted his brother back, that he wanted to be there for him;

He didn't say he felt alone;

He didn't admit that he was far too small to deal with everything on his own;

He didn't say that he was often kept up at night because of nightmares;

He didn't say that he still loved the woman that had hurt him so badly so many times;

He didn't say that he wanted to die;

He didn't say that he wasn't okay;

He didn't say that he needed so badly to cry;

He didn't say that he was in pain.

you never pressed. You asked he was alright and he'd say he was fine and that was it. You never tried to find out more.

And now we watch as he slowly rots away in his own mind with his own thoughts, a smile on his face the whole time.

He's in a dark place

But we will never know because he didn't say.