She didn't say she was hurting,
she didn't want to be a burden.
She didn't say she was falling,
and you'd never see her crying.
She didn't say she was dying,
she didn't feel like trying.
She didn't say she needed you,
She hid it all too well.
YOU ARE READING
Mismatched
RandomA collections of short stories, poems, journals and letters written for my Writing 12 course. All pieces are mine, and were written in response to given prompts and assignments. I also wanna give a shout out to @astoundedstars for making me cover, w...
