First he starts acting differently and I don't think much of it
Then he tells me that he's been feeling bad lately and I tell him that it'll pass
Then he tells me that he thinks he needs help and I say that he's overreacting
Then I notice the scars on his arm and I'm too afraid to ask
Then he no longer speaks to anyone and I figure he needs space
Then he starts giving his things away and I accept his gifts gladly
Then he suddenly disappears
And I finally piece together what happened
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryI write poems, so I figure, why not share them? Hopefully you like them. If you don't, that's cool too.