when you're little
you don't really pay much attention
to the scars on peoples arms
the way their mood slightly shifts
when you're talking about something they're insecure about
you don't sense that deep down someone is hurting
you don't see the change in their mood
so i'm sorry to the girl i used to be friends with
the one who tried to act happy
but deep down was hurting
i never suspected anything
because you're so oblivious to things like this when you're only little
i noticed how sometimes you wouldn't play along with my jokes like you always did
and you seemed to smile sadly
listening to me yabber on
about nothing at all important.
but i never suspected anything.
i remember the time you told me you were sad
and when i asked why
you couldn't answer.
i sang a song for you,
to cheer you up,
but you smiled sadly and stared into space.
i asked if the song cheered you up,
and you replied "a little bit"
when clearly in your eyes
i could tell it didn't cheer you up at all.
i remember all those times you came to school
new bruises on your skin each day
i never really noticed them
or really payed attention
but now I look back on the photos
i can tell what used to happen
the only time I ever noticed the bruises
was when you came to school one day
and started rubbing your leg
i noticed the huge bruise and asked
"what happened to your leg?"
you looked a little surprised
it was the first time i ever said anything about it
"oh, i just tripped."
was your answer,
as you looked in the opposite direction,
tears prickling at your eyes.
i remember you used to feel sick often at school
you'd have a sore stomach
or a bad headache
or something wrong with you
you even vomited once
because you didn't want to go home
i never understood why
until now, i've grown up and learnt a lot
i look back on the days
and see how depressed you really were
how i could've helped,
how i should've helped
but i never did
because i was too oblivious
and too young too understand.
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breathe ⇒ poetry
Poetryalexithymia (ah-lek-sah-THI-mee-ah) - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. " the best poems are written in the early morning when all you can see is darkness and your eyes are filled with tears " [aesthetic poems, stories through p...