I think I wanted someone to wade through the wreckage to save me.
That if I drowned myself and someone jumped in that it'd prove they cared.
I thought surely that means someone cares, even a little.
And for a while I thought that would be enough.
But I didn't want anyone to know I was wreaked.
So I covered the damage and mopped the water.
Maybe that's why no one came to save me.
Or maybe, a part of me whispers, just maybe, you were right.
And no one cares.
YOU ARE READING
Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
