If I were to die today.
People would have nice things to say about me.
But they don't really know me.
I'm ignored.
I'm a after thought.
I'm in the shadows.
I'm nice.
She was such a kind soul, brightest smile.
But did you know me? Did you know how I struggled?
YOU ARE READING
Recognize
PoesíaI write things. These are short words, and I hope it can help someone who's struggling. Or just find the beauty in the pain.
