They all knew
The fragile part of my heart
Like a crack in a glass cup.
But to them,
My pain is just as see through as glass.
It is as invisible as i am.
YOU ARE READING
Small Voices
Short StoryWhile I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."
Glass 🥛
They all knew
The fragile part of my heart
Like a crack in a glass cup.
But to them,
My pain is just as see through as glass.
It is as invisible as i am.
